Rat trap

The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane on one hand holding out a ray of hope yet also becoming a thought form chain letting us not with light of truth elope. Each breath we take anchors us deeper here, aliveness depending on senses five, so then how may light of clear truth appear, if dying ember we fail to revive? Religious belief, a culture borne curse, which no doubt, cajoles us to look inward, imposes strictures we need to rehearse, that repressing lust, we be not wayward. What’s repression but a short term measure ~ Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure, purity meaning God’s light in our heart, whence gently smelling roses at leisure, we feel deep within, bliss ignition start. No sooner we rise, ego pulls us down, seeking our undivided attention, dragging us in swamps of wealth and renown, where love never ever gets a mention. At the crossroads by employing free will, we alone must choose the vibe of our muse, so animating silence, if we’re still, we can overpower ego spawned ruse. Discarding lower mind, prone to research ~ Let us here now prioritise God search Let us here now prioritise God search, which simply means, if pure be our intent, the bird of bliss on our heart’s tree will perch, upon our granting God’s love our consent. Nothing need be done save coming undone, Stripping dark desires and fears from our core, whence recognising God and soul are one, bliss beats rise and we beg for an encore. Let us choose to give our soul some relief, getting to basics, melding head with heart, whence this discarding conditioned belief, we behold demons of darkness depart. Peacocks dance in sunshine entwined with rain ~ The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane