Befriending silence

If the magic of the now eludes us, it signals we are as yet fast asleep and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus, deadening our sentience to love's bliss beep. Ignorance borne of stupor is our sin, whose roots lie in attachment to this form, so to exit trance, the way to begin, is to manifest within, a bliss storm. Looking at thought forms as objects abstract, our soul's nonchalant eye and tranquil heart, disallows these images to distract our focus to make bliss ignition start. Befriending the void, we make it our home, our consciousness aligned with gong of Om. Our consciousness aligned with gong of Om, ever present silence becomes the norm, whence following scent of love, we so roam, choosing with past beliefs, not to conform. No sooner we relinquish our thought crutch, shining as pure awareness, self-aware, we imbibe clear wisdom, simply by touch, as with love and light, our head and heart pair. Soul’s choice to discard each and every ism, enables heart to focus on our role, which is to ignite the mind-body prism, filling it with God’s light, scriptures extol. As we can see, there’s nothing to be done; our Self is living light, like yonder sun. Our Self is living light, like yonder sun and we see this clearly, when thoughts recede, knowing now that as we so come undone, we’re always complete, when love takes the lead. The table is laid for bliss readymade, if we but choose to trust the ways of God and assigning love no grade, gently wade in a sea of love that leaves our heart awed. The path is easy and not difficult, so dear souls, let us now embrace the truth, lighting lamp of love, rejecting each cult, beholding our true Self, here now forsooth. Get ye, oh hermit, aboard God's bliss bus, if the magic of the now eludes us.