So spake simple Simon
Between action and inaction,
lies the optimal middle way,
of soul’s vibrance gaining traction,
invoking in time, divine grace.
With silence as our default mode,
feeling how polarities merge,
ineffable bliss fills our form
and as we sing to God an ode,
bliss magnetism begins to surge,
sweeping us away in love’s storm.
The simple shift from head to heart
and thereafter melding with space,
in time stretched stillness, a learnt art,
is how our soul invokes God’s grace.
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