Breathless in the void

“Let silence teach”, the master said “that soul may be by God’s hand fed, whence graced by His touch, we ascend, on choosing to be by love led.” Inertia cajoles us to blend with the crowd that we may defend, attachments to which our heart clings, though all that begins will soon end. Time holds its breath when our heart sings and it is in these little things, moments when our ego dissolves, from our very core, soul’s light springs. When head to heart power devolves, the scent of love conflicts resolves, whence thus doing nothing at all, our true Self as God’s spark evolves. When we see, we know and recall, our luminous Self standing tall and breathless beholding this sight, we’re blown away in a bliss squall. Wonderstruck beholding God’s light, the flame that banishes the night, we are at peace, feeling complete, heart dancing with unbound delight.