the way we feel

we have now known for a while futile is our ego’s guile for life as it’s manifest is but a test in light jest poised in the in between stage where no fires of desire rage as in but not of the world we lie in cave of heart curled all doings are done by God who dwells in mind-body pod thus as the false falls away we see the truth clear as day grazed by life’s offered surprise there’s nothing to analyse for all that is, is pure bliss graced by Divine Mother’s kiss