Follow the scent
Following subtle scents of love in the void,
childlike presence emoting heart’s pure intent,
having vaporised, no longer by fears toyed,
grants vibrations of God’s spirit its consent,
that in its native element unalloyed,
by remaining present, assures soul’s ascent.
There then thus is really nothing we do,
save letting throb of bliss magnetism renew.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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