Esoteric wisdom
Throb of rapture borne by bliss divine aligns
the energy grid within, as a seamless
whole, whence formless presence sees God in plain sight …
truth words may not name.
How may sages speak of this, save in symbols
muddled, huddled, allusions, pointing whilst yet
holding back the truth which may not be conveyed …
known to our soul’s eye.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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