Hush the blush
Who is the seeker who seeks,
plugging not energy leaks,
enabled but in silence,
free from thought borne violence?
Meek shall inherit the earth
but seeing our ego’s girth,
what chance is there to ascend,
when our will we do not bend?
How may clear truth be divined,
when we’re not with love aligned,
engaged in struggle and strife,
wasting precious gift of life?
So wide is head-heart divide,
we know not God dwells inside,
so dear souls, hush ego’s blush
and feel within bliss mists gush.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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