Mindful eye
We sense the noose of fear tighten,
stifling joy, soul seeks to brighten
but relinquishing ownership,
staid silence, mark of our worship,
as an observer poised in bliss,
we recognise we are not this,
meaning we’re spirit, not this form,
so we have no cause to conform
to ebb and flow of shifting tides,
since we know God resides inside.
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