Cessation
Dwell oh hermit, in the vast, formless void,
seeking nothing, animating the heart,
whence no longer by wispy thoughts decoyed,
invoking grace, feel bliss ignition start.
The first thing we cognise is boundless space,
noticed not since our eye searches for form
but if steps toward heaven we’d retrace,
we must be receptive to love’s touch warm.
Lost in a dream world of our own making,
we no longer know that we’re living light,
so spend most of our life in fear quaking,
blocking God’s grace that ushers bliss delight.
Ceasing to react if we be but still,
easy then becomes soul’s ascent uphill.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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