Jivanmukta - liberated while alive

We’re seeded as one, polarised as two, hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born, feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue, that thus in timeless time ego is shorn, whence light of Self is the glow we adorn. Having been, seen and so known who we are, eternal light, shining like the North Star, what’s imbibed must be assimilated, else we’ll continue playing below par, feeling as yet from God separated. Unbroken awareness of light of Self, seeing God in all objects manifest, no residual desires on our shelf, in midst of movement, poised always at rest, vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest, the liberated soul always feels whole, as a non-doer in his ordained role, radiating love and light at all times, holding firm focus thus, his only goal, heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.