Fortuitous
What seemed good luck as the influx of grace,
as hurriedly judged by logical mind,
was the outcome of slowing down life’s pace,
by leaving cravings of ego behind.
Connected to God through our heart centre,
shifting to feeling rather than thinking,
we drew in bliss, which began to canter,
bringing about awareness unblinking.
In time ego died but it never was,
being but a bubble of illusion
but no one knew that we dwelt in the pause,
peace the result of head and heart fusion.
God’s benedictions rain down on souls pure,
whose hearts are childlike and presence demure.
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