Reflections
What is life but a lucid dream,
borne by desires we choose to stream?
When ego cravings we deface,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
All that’s dear will soon disappear,
so why should we then live in fear?
Upon exiting life’s rat race,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
The soul and universe are one,
so melding with the cosmic hum,
steps toward home as we retrace,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
Divine Mother implants a kiss,
felt deep within as boundless bliss.
As love’s benign burns we embrace,
from pores of space, in-pours God’s grace.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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