Spiritual Highlight
The doubter's eye yelled, "show me, god."
Go for stroll in quiet cloud laud.
Look where he might track down calmness.
Who can see black bug fold their nod?
Who sees our veins in the darkness.
And wowed the bloodstream in process,
And views embryo's feed in the womb,
Though hears and sees what is voiceless,
Love is clearly starting to bloom.
And knows what he claims in the gloom,
On the vast seas, warm ships of chance,
Wind, blowing past your flower's tomb.
Rising one's rate of mindfulness.
Looking backward to your justness.
We've been imbued with a pulse feast.
Bringing the soul's grace to brightness
Bliss, wholeness In a calm exist.
Keep god's still voice in the spirit.
Grace strike when our ego is shorn.
Praise, the soul's promise, mends the beast.
Rubaiyat Form, HMS check
Written: January 22, 2022
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