Immanent yet transcendent

Having been, seen and so known light of our true Self full blown, if this truth we’d embody, we must enter samadhi. Single pointed attention, bliss drenched and free from tension, positions us in the void, as living light unalloyed. A river that has no shore, deep peace never felt before, great, yet the question remains, with feeble form bound in chains. Bilocation is the cure, else we must bear and endure, bound to time and caged in space, soul’s fallen stance, our disgrace. Dwelling in the potent pause, of God’s life force when it thaws, when polarities rotate, we stand then at heaven’s gate.