a rose blossoms
With bliss magnetism having exhumed ego,
we’re no longer impacted by fickle fate,
living internally in staid stillness slow,
distanced from patterns of old that used to bait,
for knowing life is but a dream, we’ve let go,
trusting God to carry us to heaven’s gate.
Having been, seen and so known our Self as light,
we embody this wisdom by day and night.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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