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Made in God’s image

Self as living light, dwells in feeble form We know this truth not because we’re in trance Helpless like a leaf, caught in a thought storm Save in silence, stuporous is soul’s stance Mistaken we are only body-mind We pursue desires that are self-serving Feral instincts rule, our deeds are unkind We believe we alone are deserving Law of cause and effect comes into play Karmic retribution is sure and swift If not in this life, in the next we pay Directionless, rudderless, soul’s adrift We dwell in darkness thus, consumed by lust ~ A time comes when we recognise we’re dust A time comes when we recognise we’re dust We then begin to inquire who we are To do so we require to win God’s trust Remaining motionless like the North Star In the void of silence, truth becomes clear We get out of our own way, so to speak In time ego recedes, reducing fear Choice of cessation plugs energy leak Each though we think, we mindfully patrol The thoughts we nurture strengthens our ego Silence then the way, to regain control As cravings of lower mind we forgo How long will we remain a creature bound ~ The light our soul lost, must be quickly found The light our soul lost, must be quickly found Always of course, with divine assistance Shifting to heart, we walk on holy ground The child within offers no resistance In no time at all, we’re suffused with bliss Why did no one tell us of this before Ah, the rapture of Divine Mother’s kiss That leaves our heart begging for an encore What happens is this: we be to become Seeing at last were made in God’s image Presence is aligned with the cosmic hum And within our heart, fires of heaven rage Feel the pulse of divine magnetism warm ~ Self as living light, dwells in feeble form

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