Cessation
Eons having been spent in hypnotic trance,
with indulgence in illusions the cause,
no wonder stooped is our stance,
since we opt not to pause.
Desire births thought,
which then feeds our ego,
which is why we are fear fraught,
attachment to objects unable to let go.
Mistaken that we are only this body-mind,
we have become addicted to thinking,
from pulsations of love misaligned,
blocking awareness unblinking.
If we but pause to reflect,
befriending silence the mists clear,
whence seeing that we are shipwrecked,
invoking grace, God’s presence then draws near.
God dwells in our heart so our search to jump start,
poised in silence as pure awareness self-aware,
deeming all souls as one and none apart,
with universal consciousness we pair.
God and we are already one,
so in truth there is nothing for us to do,
save through surrender slowly coming undone,
allowing the throb of bliss magnetism within to renew.
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