As we metamorphose
In feeble form, upon world’s stage,
fire of desire in heart does rage
and in thought storms were swept away,
unable to turn a new page.
Prolactin spikes, blue skies turn grey,
in witness mode, to God we pray,
to bestow joy that does not fade,
a garden where love’s our mainstay.
As in mists of silence we wade,
God Himself hastens to our aid,
as a spark of light in our heart;
table laid for bliss readymade.
Each breath intake marks a new start,
that as we watch the past depart,
bereft of thought, present here now,
we deem all souls one, none apart.
To God’s light within, as we bow,
we acknowledge He does endow
our form with divine magnetism,
if we be but still and allow.
Melding head with heart is our ism,
whence bliss ignites mind-body prism,
transmuting us from inside out,
through a magical mechanism.
In vibrance as we go about,
seeds of wisdom begin to sprout
and in timeless time ego dies,
revealing truth that rests all doubt.
Witnessing lower mind capsize,
soul now free reaches for the skies,
fullness in emptiness attained,
to our pure, childlike heart’s surprise.
Oh hermit, clear truth is ingrained,
when our heart is pure and unstained,
rekindling flame of innocence,
as we walk the talk, nothing feigned.
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