Cessation
Our essence is bliss, caged in a trance state,
living in a vessel borrowed from earth,
wherein hypnotised, we know not our worth,
as we’re twirled about in fierce winds of fate.
As a child our heart was bubbling in mirth,
by day and night and never did abate
but as we grew, fear forms began to bait,
so the cause of angst we had to unearth.
We struggled and strived to set our soul free,
so plunged into the void of cessation,
poised in silence, vibrance animated,
seeking no outcomes and roaming carefree,
our aliveness itself, meditation,
thus discovering God’s light as fated.
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