Hiranyagarbha
The cosmic egg, Hiranyagarbha sleeps,
which simply means we’re yet to awaken,
in as hatch out of the womb, when grace seeps,
that balanced polarities when shaken,
recognise that soul’s never forsaken,
descending to heart, which is God’s abode,
imbibing bliss, thus paying Him an ode.
In case these terms mystify, just know this,
that our soul’s light, is in form crystallised
and when so graced by Divine Mother’s kiss,
objects on earth no longer weighed and sized,
our true presence, is in heart’s realised.
Along kundalini’s blooming process,
whilst awake, we make in our heart ingress.
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