Be to become

There is no fixed coordinate that will take us to heaven’s gate, for each pulse, is the flow of life, imbibed in staid stillness sedate. All of us seek to be bliss rife, yet needlessly engage in strife, with laboured breathing stifling soul, bearing deep wounds of dark lust’s knife. Oh hermit, if we would feel whole, breath by breath, in our ordained role, simply following scent of love, we glow as light, scriptures extol.