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
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