The pathless path

Someone asked us how we began, in as what was our truth search plan and the path to which we were drawn to perform a consciousness scan? We sleep when we’re prompted to yawn, awaking to vibrance of dawn, table laid for joy readymade, soul transforming as life flows on. Let us then call a spade a spade, saying God’s always at our aid, which we know not, for we’re in thought, assigning our ego a grade. In strobes of love and light we’re taught, recognised if heart be not taut, for which if we befriend the void, we’ll frolic carefree as we ought. No longer then by mind decoyed, childlike heart pure and unalloyed, lighting the lamp of love within, God’s grace ignites our head ovoid. Life is a dream, know there’s no sin. Breath by breath let’s anew begin. God dwells in the cave of our heart. He calls to us; plunge in therein.