The inconvenient truth
Stupor of blind belief has caged soul in mind,
bemused by illusions, all self-created,
making us flounder about, as do the blind,
hypnotised by scriptures, fully sedated.
God is packaged in all colours and sizes
but know only the pure heart realises,
who in truth God is, as dweller of our heart,
who when He leaves, our life force too will depart.
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