Thought of the day
delighting at offerings of grace bestowed
imbibing God’s benedictions in surprise
each crest then becomes a trough
new peaks scaled if soul tries
the soul too must disappear
if any trace of separation remains
unless each cell of form radiates light
know Self is as yet bound to ego’s chains
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