hum of bliss

Melding with the vast universe, in monk mode, we compose a verse; why would we strive, struggle or strain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Love in love with love, is God’s call, that who we are, we may recall; pure hearts God’s love and light ingrain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Resting overthinking disease, like a child, we’re again at ease; thought flow ceases, now rests our brain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Upon surrendering our will, when we be still, voids within fill; staid silence plugs energy drain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Nothing need be done, come undone, knowing that God and we are one; fears and desires, are to rest lain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.