Silence speaks
Which ism offers the chaste taste of bliss,
setting aflame body prism head to toe that we know,
rapture of magnetism mind cannot capture; Divine Mother’s kiss?
Words are but forms mind conjures, to rewind impulses of our soul
but takes us not into love storms that makes heart glow,
until to God’s will, mind conforms feeling whole.
Bereft of thought, self-taught, divine entwined,
under the oneness sign, as we flow in staid stillness slow,
heart thaws, we align with God’s laws, playing our role as assigned.
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