The Thinking Disease
Relinquishing thought form crutch,
feel Holy Spirit by touch,
for mind’s but a tool to use,
that’s now become our sole muse.
Opt for silence as a dare,
to become of truth aware;
the truth of what our soul is ~
God’s living light, drenched in bliss.
We must allow stillness time,
before we hear God’s love chime
but it is well worth the wait,
to get thus to heaven’s gate.
When the outer world recedes,
ego withers and love leads
and we reclaim inner light,
heart suffused with bliss delight.
There is nothing to be done,
since we truly are the sun
and once thought clouds drift away,
we see the truth, clear as day.
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