Present Moment Orientation

If with each breath, we can erase our past, relearning by touch, tenderness of love, with choice to dwell in heart, the die is cast, to invoke God’s grace that pours from above. Reworded, let’s say, we carry no grudge, nonchalant to hurt other souls may cause, and thus in tranquil calm, refuse to budge, radiating love, comply with God’s laws, then there is no wound that cannot be healed, because ego spawned thoughts have vaporised and transformed presence is into heart wheeled, that light of Self within be realised. To be divine entwined by night and day, it’s easy to see that silence is the way. It’s easy to see silence is the way to rise above our animal nature, for in time stretched calm, love as our mainstay, we witness ascent of our soul’s stature. Discarding thus, each conditioned belief, we pause to inquire, who in truth we are, for we’ve suffered too long and need relief, having drifted from innocence afar. All that that comes and goes is unreal, so we look for joy that never does end and thus ceasing thinking, begin to feel, pulsations of soul, when our will we bend. Too long have we languished in delusion. We seek reprieve from state of confusion. We seek reprieve from state of confusion, owing to association with mind. Erroneous is its rach conclusion, with fears and desires, a relentless bind, so resting thought, to be used when needed, we shift baton of awareness to heart, expanding once pulse of love is heeded, instantly adding love and light to cart. Thus not by doing but by undoing, we reclaim the glory of dormant soul, answering the call of bliss beats wooing, so becoming again, blissful and whole. Why for should flag of love fly at half mast, if with each breath, we can erase our past?