Here now this morn
epiphanies that dawn at morn
though peace laced in form we adorn
state when polarities rotate
we can hear the soundless bliss horn
poised at all times at heaven’s gate
God waits for us to choose our fate
that to evolve we must dissolve
transmuting ending all debate
our past transgressions we absolve
so with no problems left to solve
God realisation our aim
we pause time in which thoughts revolve
dance of grace in form is God’s game
so highs and lows for us are same
as we sail on in witness mode
bliss a tempest no one can tame
the light of Self is our abode
but here we pay to God an ode
in realm dual where eye single
carries in vibrant heart no load
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