So spake simple Simon
Truth is known when ego is shorn
but what’s imbibed, we can’t pass on,
for how may sunlight be revealed,
to the deluded who shun dawn?
Soul’s light within is not revealed,
unless our heart’s resolve is steeled,
discarding dark desires mundane,
to embrace power God does wield.
Pitter patter of falling rain,
moments when fears are to rest lain,
entwines soul with the universe,
freeing us from thought forms that chain.
A nightingale does not rehearse,
trills of its melodious verse,
flapping wings of muse in delight,
free from ego cravings perverse.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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