Burn the book
Belief simply addresses mind,
which we may follow, if inclined
but it offers us not the taste
of rapture that does not abate,
borne by beats of bliss magnetism,
illuminating body prism.
If we wish to realise God,
we start by giving love our nod,
shifting focus from head to heart,
gentling touch, which is a learnt art,
breath by breath thus divine entwined
and then in time, the truth’s divined.
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