Decrypting the code

Having ensouled feeble form, we’re swept away in life’s storm, enslaved by fear and desire, consumed by heart’s raging fire. How may we, a creature bound, redeem soul on holy ground, when we know not who we are, exhausted drifting afar? Thought cessation paves the way, whence making love our mainstay, we follow, letting God lead, that our scarred heart may not bleed. Bliss magnetism pervades form and swept away in the storm, relinquishing each desire, we become God’s sublime fire.