Here now this morn
consciousness static
our heart ecstatic
as bliss beats renew
whose each hue is new
divine grace influx
is the very crux
of our God search quest
invoked when thoughts rest
we are a God spark
who lights up the dark
wherein He is still
as we trudge uphill
we as he who seeks
in consciousness peeks
but finds nothing there
save light self-aware
as flame eternal
in body’s kernel
ego vaporised
truth is realised
aboard God’s bliss bus
such thoughts come to us
as verses we pen
in mood and mode zen
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