The vaporised self
Affirming in truth that we’re the universe,
the will of God and our own, both become one,
whence obviated is the need to rehearse,
with our soul aflame like the light of the sun.
All doings are done though us by God Himself
and music of the spheres plays on by itself,
wherein all we do is receive boons of grace,
with bliss mists holding us in tender embrace.
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