Burn the book
When we follow a this or that cult
The life path easy becomes difficult
Know oh hermit, the entity that strives
Without so realising, with ego connives
Whereas in truth, nothing need be done
Because God and soul, already are one
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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