Cessation
The One is in all,
so we cannot fall,
if we but align,
with the pulse divine.
If mind-body shell
chooses to rebel,
by employing force,
we’re distanced from source.
When all desires cease,
we flow like the breeze,
vibrant yet detached,
whence soul’s in form hatched.
What happens is this:
resplendent in bliss,
we glow as God’s flame,
labels cannot name.
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