Delusion
The way we look at other forms
is flawed, noticing only skin.
In each heart glows God’s flame that warms
and it’s His love we need to win.
Shaped from earth, all bodies are dust,
subject to illness and decay.
Aligned with throb of bliss beat’s thrust,
we rise making love our mainstay.
Aware always of our heart’s flame,
knowing it is the same in all,
light in all objects is the same,
merging with which, we then stand tall.
Desire is the cause of rebirth,
freedom instant in being still,
that at all times bubbling in mirth,
we align our breath with God’s will.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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