The Self has no attributes
In observer stance, as senses recede,
bliss magnetism silences lower mind,
whence surrendering thus, we let God lead,
our orientation, divine aligned.
When all traces of ego fade away,
as light of Self, bereft of attribute,
we have no fears or desires to allay,
hum of peace continuing to reboot.
There’s nothing to be done, we feel complete,
each playful intent, instantly fulfilled,
our pure being mirroring God’s heartbeat,
love, light and wisdom in our Self instilled.
We’ve strayed far from God but yet can return,
by invoking grace in mind-body urn.
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