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Conditioned belief and our jaundiced eye,
prejudges other souls we chance to meet
and we pause not to ask the reason why,
our deluded soul feels not their heartbeat.

Our stuporous stance causes soul to sink,
looking at outer form and not heart warm,
ignorance our chink; we’re free if we blink,
surrendering to love’s benign bliss storm.

God’s sublime light is aflame in each heart,
beheld by souls who are childlike and pure,
based upon their choice to add love to cart,
garnering clear sight, making touch demure.

Shift from head to heart is what sets us free,
unshackled at long last, from our mind tree.

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