Invoking grace
Every form has a name but God has no form,
therefore for our earnest God search quest to start,
softening attention we choose to conform
with love and light deeming no soul stands apart,
a way of being that invokes a bliss storm,
that our formless presence shifts from head to heart.
When our wanderings are done, we return home,
discovering in heart, name of God as Om.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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