From outside looking in
As
spirit
acting on
organic form,
our formless presence,
with fulcrum void-centric,
entwining thus with oneness,
wayward ego takes a back seat,
employed when needed, otherwise not,
whence we become the flame that has no name.
Love, light and bliss is our soul’s state innate,
which we reclaim when thoughts are at rest,
meaning we’re poised in surrender,
that we may receive God’s grace,
as a benign bliss burn,
transforming all cells,
from deep within,
magnetised
as pure
light.
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