Awareness Self-Aware
We cannot often enough
smoothens out our edges rough,
down to the subtlest layer,
in gentle, mindful prayer.
Continuous correction
steers consciousness direction,
aligned with the throb of love,
as tidings of God’s peace dove.
To this end, our will we bend,
that we may here now ascend,
transmuting form as God’s light,
bliss ensconced, to heart’s delight.
Each breath grants to us a chance
to make erect our stooped stance,
sidestepping ego borne ruse,
doable if we so choose.
20-September-2022
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