Essence of presence
Events as they precipitate, big or small
are dwelt not upon since we now realise,
that fate as it unfolds, soul’s eye can recall,
is merely a replay, that we become wise,
trusting God, quick to rise after every fall,
lighting lamp of love in heart, with bliss the prize.
In fact, to cut to chase, there is no one here;
stark truth clear known seeing light of Self appear.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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