Fear of Freedom
Inch
by inch
we progress,
making inroads
to entwine with soul,
which in turn connects us
to domain of love and light,
present both within and without
seeking but surrender of our mind,
that our heart may be filled by bliss divine.
No doing is needed toward this end,
for we already are that essence,
although not now so apparent,
since maya grips us herein,
confining awareness
in a narrow band
encircled by
a dark mist
of our
fear.
30-July-2021
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