Invoking grace
Logging into the vibrant void,
just like a comet’s burning tail,
our awareness is still alloyed,
with egoic fears that make us ail.
Who attains when there’s no one here?
We are awareness, self-aware,
with body but an interface,
wherein both pain and joy does spear
but once ego vacates the chair,
we instantly imbibe God’s grace.
Making void-centric our soul’s stance,
synced with strobes of bliss magnetism,
mood and mode prayer, we advance,
transcending each religious ism.
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