Onslaught

Facing thought onslaught, lower mind begot, we struggle and grieve but get no reprieve. Our desire thought's cause, which we put on pause, choosing to be still, that voids within fill. Body has it's need, so dark desires breed propelled by ego, we're loathe to forgo. Moments of silence, sans thought violence are when joy seeps in, pulsating within. We remain alive and in-form nodes jive, more so when thoughts cease, in a blissful sneeze. We are in a fog since tail wags the dog. Thought's an instrument needing improvement. Tapping higher mind, rid of ego's bind, in divine embrace, we imbibe God's grace. Silence is the key for us to be free of desire and fear, as thought forms that sear. Thus by letting go, in staid stillness slow, we become the flame that carries no name. 07-September-2022