The Door Is Open
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The door is open
Unable to pair,
cold hearts need repair,
by love’s healing balm,
ushering deep calm.
How may we begin,
to invite joy in,
if our fist is clenched
and heart not love drenched?
Love employs no force,
so what’s our recourse,
other than to wait
in stillness sedate?
Simply resting thought
we become self-taught.
Inner conflict ends;
our will to God bends.
Granting love consent,
we infuse intent,
as cry of our soul,
wishing to feel whole.
Once we are porous,
we feel heart’s torus,
as bliss mists pervade
love’s heavenly glade.
The path is direct;
cease cause and effect.
Do not weigh or size;
simply vaporise.
As we come undone,
our soul and love one,
with wafting bliss stormed,
our form is transformed.
There’s nothing to do,
save cleanse ego glue
by ceasing to feed
dark fears mind does breed.
Thus it’s up to us,
to board God’s love bus,
feeling that rapture,
mind cannot capture.
22-July-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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