Burn the book

Self-proclaimed gurus, though they may mean well, are not equipped to contour divine light, so all they do is shake mind-body shell, reciting scriptures to say what is right. Mantras we chant are not the prognosis, being but a fad, a habit routine, which but deepens state of our hypnosis, since at end of days God remains unseen. Observe how a rose bud blossoms slowly, magic in motion, without commotion, grace bestowed by touch of God so holy, metamorphosis, the locomotion. Save entering silence and letting go ~ The truth of our being, we’ll never know