All is within
How still is our stillness if thoughts yet intrude,
scarring the sanctity of heart’s sacred space,
where crude ego cravings are considered rude,
since they interfere with outpouring of grace?
The cave of heart is where we tip toe in nude,
drenched in bliss mists, held by God in close embrace,
in a reality beyond space and time,
where the heartbeat of God pulsates as love’s chime.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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