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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The seeker who seeks does not exist but to begin with, this truth is not known, so being accustomed to needless striving, the earth entity begins its God search quest, searching high and low, yet negating the light that lies concealed in heart, at all times aflame. Knowing not who we are, yet seeing God our aim, in bondage to mind, the soul first makes a to do list, plotting progress as imagined to rise to zenith height but in doing so, sows karmic seeds inadvertently sown, needing to be dealt with but is a heavy load on our chest, which becomes our fate succumbing to ego urge conniving. Reincarnating life after life thus, ego spawned delusion reviving, to feel whole, the soul rotates roles but the end result is the same, a tragic comic tale of chewing half baked ideas stale, failing the test, recognising not we sink deeper in quicksand simply because we resist, which requires us to enter silence and transient ego here and now disown, exorcising demons of fear and desire in detachment by choosing not to fight. Surrender by thought cessation is perhaps the only way to end our soul’s plight, detoxifying our consciousness from mind addicted to analysing and deriving, layer by layer, renouncing thought form chains, we have by our hand grown, by observing all comings and goings occurring in life as but a divine game, for which melding head with heart, we befriend staid stillness we missed, prayerfully and mindfully thus choosing no longer to act at egos behest. A rebel, a nerd, following not the herd, we remain at peace in our nest, entwined with the vibrant void, more so in darkness at dead of night, whereupon in timeless time, we are by kundalini magnetism kissed, felt vividly as a benign bliss burn that is but God within us driving, which requires our full trust, for the energy is anything but tame and as God waves His wand, our presence comes into its own. Slow down thoughts oh hermit, in rhythm with the bliss tone, embracing and releasing offerings of destiny in playful jest, now knowing that ego that sought was but thought lame, which we are not, for what we are as seen is living light, glowing eternally in the cave of heart as Self thriving and this bliss fellow souls is the spiritual search gist. All it takes is an open heart and an unclenched fist, breath by breath deeper into staid silence diving, being and so becoming an aura shining bright.
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