Let go of to get to
With heart dissatisfied, my hands were tied,
for though I recognised bondage to form,
controlled by ego, which to soul had lied,
with whispers of love, I could not conform.
Head and heart linked, yet I lived by instinct,
surfing the edge of space, praying for grace
but being not love inked, each time I blinked,
of light of God within, I found no trace.
Ceasing thinking, I then began feeling,
befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
upon which soul slowly began healing,
reclaiming love, light and bliss unalloyed.
We are in our way and once we know this,
once heart is quiescent, we imbibe bliss.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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