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Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding;
a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace,
our aura both gentle and commanding.
It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair,
with the road map that leads to joyous bliss,
stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware,
borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Symbols we use, interpreted by mind,
are in truth addressed to the heart centre,
so it’s best we leave all knowing behind
and simply allow bliss mists to enter.
Resting counsel of ego deceptive, 
clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive.

Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive,
whose life purpose is God search in earnest,
cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive,
allowing love seeds in our heart to nest.
Love is not a pretended emotion
and therefore we must first choose to be still,
distancing ourselves from thought commotion,
dwelling in silence, till voids within fill.
All that that comes and goes is unreal
and with this understanding we begin,
living in the moment with zest and zeal,
weeding away cravings that lead to sin.
When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice,
we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice.

We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice,
when we hold steady resolve and focus,
upon which we feel nodes within rejoice,
moving in form along the bliss locus.
We may call this Holy Spirit or chi
but leaving labels for the time aside,
what happens is for the first time we see,
that the God we sought resides deep inside.
Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white,
we see that our soul’s made in His image,
pulsating within with unbound delight
and with this knowing, we become a sage.
Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase,
caress of grace sublime, shows on our face.

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