Rapture
“Self-limit not God’s bliss, that is ours to claim ~
Becoming living light, we fulfil life’s aim”
~ quote by poet
Given that what comes and goes is unreal,
it’s futile pursuing objects of desire
and so ceasing thinking, let’s begin to feel
magnetism divine sublime, our inner fire,
which renews forever, humming bliss appeal,
being but our soul’s light, we seek to acquire.
When our false self dies, this bliss is ours to hold,
rapture without end, that cannot be controlled.
03-April-2023
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