Show Us God
Dust
is form,
gifted life
by vital breath,
borne by magnetism,
from lungs of God Himself,
yet ego brings forth cravings,
lower mind prompting us to dwell
lifelong, trapped in low feral desires,
becoming the veil blocking divine light.
Such is soul’s dilemma, unless we pause
the cause behind movement of desire,
rooted in attachment to form
and thus to hasten escape,
shifting in staid silence,
our inner light dawns,
whereupon we
see clearly,
truth of
God.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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