The practice
attention fixated on one object at a time
a flaw of our differentiated perception
unless soul focus be void-centric
we indulge in self-deception
each form is breathed by God
thus seeing in all entities Him alone
moment by moment recalling this truth
our stuporous awareness we gently so hone
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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