Hiranyagarbha
The golden egg, womb of the universe,
has at its zenith, heaven we all seek
but reaching it, is the blessing a curse,
that although we dance with bliss cheek to cheek,
it’s yet dual to which our heart’s averse
subject to both death and energy leak?
Beyond the manifest, there is but Self,
God’s light renewing itself in itself.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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