Perfect brilliant stillness
When heart sings the song of our soul,
meaning that no thought forms arise,
in time stretched silence, we feel whole,
delighting in offered surprise.
We feel within, magnetic heat,
when heart sings the song of our soul,
drenched in bliss mists from head to feet,
reclaiming joy our ego stole.
To entwine with God, is our goal,
Who leaps forward to embrace us,
when heart sings the song of our soul
and we embark on love’s bliss bus.
In staid silence coming undone,
beholding truth scriptures extol,
we feel with the universe one,
when heart sings the song of our soul.
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