Cave of our heart

Hemmed in by space-time and captive in form, senses externalised, everything sized, in bondage to lust, by dark fears chastised, what choice do we then have, but to conform? We notice thoughts are cold but heart is warm and in staid silence, we’re bliss magnetised, whence ego recedes and truth realised, breath by breath, in timeless time, we transform. Mind-body ballon, at will can expand, if heart be pure and we choose to be still, wherein no longer by thought spirals bound, entwined with oneness, we then understand, that once we relinquish to God our will, soul’s light that was veiled, within heart is found.