The direct path

Stalkers on the loose, hope to cook your goose, by thrusting their faith; a falsehood, a wraith. To know God be still and soon voids will fill, freedom from duress, graced by love’s caress. Discard each belief to give soul relief; simply gentle touch, sans the scripture crutch. We’ve found not that ism, which ignites form prism, ushering rapture mind cannot capture. Negate ego’s guile, touch a tree and smile, tread softly on earth, heart bubbling with mirth. Dear souls be aware, there’s nothing out there; God’s light is within, seen if we go in.