The Vaporised Self
With the pulse divine we align,
that bliss energised supine spine,
hums day and night, as living light,
for which tremulous heart does pine.
God granting us gift of clear sight,
we gain in wisdom, byte by byte
but earth life yet tests, though in jest,
until we discern wrong from right.
Our heart is a nest, where we rest,
imbibing bliss, soul by God blest,
distanced now from ego spawned lies,
we carry no load on our chest.
The path is straight, as the crow flies;
our true life starts, when ego dies,
that thus when the false falls away,
healed and cleansed soul begins its rise.
What happens is, we cease to sway,
seeing light of Self, clear as day,
then walk on earth bubbling with mirth,
allowing bliss beats right of way.
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