Assimilating Boons of Grace
Bliss imbibed but not assimilated,
cajoles us to enter silence tranquil,
that whence polarities are rotated,
ego recedes on surrendering will
and we see light of Self, when we are still.
The seeker who searches does not exist.
All we as mind-body do, is resist
but if we relinquish desire and fear,
bliss in permanence in us will persist
and in timeless time, God too will appear.
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