Our time is now
End seeking, energy’s leaking;
see ye not, God at us peeking?
Is not beauteous, blissful moon,
from vagaries of life immune?
The outer world holds no allure,
for love alone’s the only cure;
bliss beats rise, in rapture we swoon,
from vagaries of life immune.
A simple shift from head to heart,
allows bliss ignition to start;
our heart expands, like a balloon,
from vagaries of life immune.
Free from overthinking disease,
presence flows like the morning breeze;
caress divine hums a soft tune,
from vagaries of life immune.
For far too long we’ve played with fire;
our soul’s exhausted and we tire,
so to call of love we attune,
from vagaries of life immune.
To know that God and we are one,
all we do is just come undone;
each breath a moment opportune,
from vagaries of life immune.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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