Recognition

Compassion sees souls bound to their mind tree, insentient to touch of love’s moonbeam and if it could, it would, set them now free but cannot, so does not, as they so dream. God’s breath that keeps organic dust alive, waits for love within mankind to awake, by partaking nectar from heart’s bliss hive, ours for asking, when ego we forsake. Recognising God’s light glows deep within all forms, we clearly see we are all one, so lighting the lamp of love, we begin, relinquishing desires, coming undone. Wake up oh hermit, we have slept too long ~ Let’s rise together, taking all along