Light of Self
Beholding our third eye pulsate,
right down to the tip of our nose,
feeling nodes within form gyrate,
we celebrate at heaven’s gate.
Tranquil heart in mindful repose,
delights witnessing how soul grows,
emerging from the cave of heart,
effusing fragrance of a rose.
With each breath renewal we start,
gentling thought flow, as a learnt art,
receptive to the touch of God,
hoping we never again part.
Within feeble mind-body pod,
on choosing to give love our nod,
we be to become, with God one;
luminescence that leaves us awed.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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