Gate Of Inner Sanctum
“The inner journey of piety opens the floodgate of
divine bliss” – By Poet
I chase the GOSSAMER mirage of the drifting desires
in the desolate desert of my GRIEF-STRICKEN existence.
I carry my languishing life listlessly across the bleakness
along the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.
Caught in the whirlpool of GHOSTLY mire of mortal being
I wander lost with deceptive awareness of bereft belonging
in GODFORSAKEN wilderness, GROANING for help to take me
to the surreal ambiance of beguiling heavenly abode.
I strive to be free from the GRAVE grip of despair
destiny designs, resulting in the loss of esoteric essence,
impelling me to break away and chart a new path,
with discernment of divine conscience guiding me.
I transcend the looming limits of space and time,
implore God to show me the way of the inward journey,
for I devoutly yearn to be suffused serenely with
the patina of perpetual peace shining within the soul.
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment,
drape me with the aura of freedom and happiness.
I sense delighted the faithful flow of blissful divinity
flood my inner sanctum as I open the gate of consciousness.
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