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the hermits gathered, exchanging notes
each had searched for the truth but had failed
so they conferred, sharing their heart’s emotes 
dismayed that the light within had now paled 

the first hermit’s meditation was earth
solidity we need to keep us grounded
control over matter, enhancing self-worth
yet by form bounded and by fears confounded

the second hermit mediated on water
subtler than earth, of that there is no doubt 
love stirs but feral lust remains a squatter
the path is seen but dark desires grout

the third hermit had meditated longer
the focus he maintained was fire’s power scent 
boons were bestowed, he became stronger 
yet deep in his heart, he was discontent

the fourth hermit’s prayer entwined him with air
the subtlest element, the source of life
seeds of love blossomed with aplomb and flair
but he was yet to be delivered, so sought a mid-wife

the fifth hermit’s object of contemplation was space 
containing in its infinite womb all existence
though he grew in wisdom, he saw not God’s face
between him and the creator, there was yet a distance

all hermits then decided to meet a sage said to be wise
they shared their struggles and sought his direction
on what to do that God they may here realise
establishing a permanent connection 

what follows are the words the exalted sage spoke
simply rest in silence as awareness self-aware
objects of meditation are conceptual fires we stoke
once we are empty, in-form polarities pair

rising along octaves of love we imbibe ineffable bliss
mind is instrumentalised, like any other limb
we dwell in time stretched peace where nothing is amiss
magnetic pulsations within sing to us a hymn

in timeless time, our ego-identity falls away
we then see our true Self outside of time and space
recognising we are living light we cease to sway
by our own hand thus, we invoke God’s grace

universality in individual action 
a void-centric awareness within which boundaries blur 
such a flowing orientation grants presence traction
God and we speak as one and with love concur
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