Fire without smoke

We dwell as God’s bliss hum, the flame within burning, being fire without smoke, birthed when eye be single and head and heart we yoke. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, current all pervading, pulsating day and night, exhuming the ego, bringing gift of clear sight. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, heightened rapture unbound, transforming feeble form, wherein vibrant presence, is centred in love’s storm. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, source of all creation, the flow of life itself, magnetism that in time, reveals the light of Self.