The Pathless Path

That God’s stream of nectar may carry us, we tranquillise ego prone to make fuss, silencing thought forms, that tend to nonplus. Our head and heart align - under the oneness sign, seeing love for love pine - to bliss beats we resign. In timeless time if we be resolute, we behold our organic form transmute as pulsating light without attribute. Who we are, we now know - cognisant of soul’s glow, pristine like pure white snow - in the boat, God does row. Thus thoughts rested, with nothing to discuss, renouncing seeking, with love we entwine, surrendering ego, our soul reboot, in time stretched calm, vibrant, blissful, aglow.