Azoth
The magic that is beyond grasp of mind,
is soma nectar that transmutes our form,
surreal azoth to which most are blind,
propelled by bliss currents both cool and warm,
invoked when with laws of God we conform.
This healing elixir cleanses soul’s stains
and frees us from ego attachment chains
but only the pure of heart can imbibe
divine magnetism that reigns and sustains
love’s sublime vibe mere words cannot describe.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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