If We But Cease To Cling
If we but cease to cling
to that that comes and goes,
simply by being still,
all’s enabled if we
surrender egoic will.
If we but cease to cling
to thought forms that appear,
we offer no anchor
to any narrowness
and are free from rancour.
If we but cease to cling
to this decaying form,
which though shaped from earth’s crust,
is being breathed by God,
we see all is but dust.
If we but cease to cling
to conditioned belief,
then we’re free from judgment,
living here breath by breath
thus, moment to moment.
20-January-2023
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