This is how it is
Soul’s light in heart caged,
by ego upstaged,
when thoughts cease is seen,
mirroring God’s sheen.
Words cannot describe,
zing of bliss beat’s vibe,
cascading within,
playing on our skin.
The slow benign burn
in mind-body urn,
fixates attention
in meditation.
The table is laid
for bliss ready made,
revealing soul’s light,
in heart shining bright.
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