Along with the thunder

Melding with silence, formless soul presence feels, soundless thunder, the sound of one hand clapping, borne by bliss magnetism, touch divine that heals each cell of form, be we awake or napping, piercing veil of space, which light of Self conceals, our heavenward return, gently so mapping. Along with the thunder, comes rapture unbound, breath by breath as we tip toe on holy ground. To search for God’s bliss spark is our life’s mission, His inner sound current pulsating within, effervescence eternal, love’s emission, seeking our embrace, so we simply plunge in, fearless and vibrant, needing no permission, to dissolve in the hum that erases sin. Along with the thunder, wisdom is imbibed, in the cave of our heart, by God’s hand inscribed.