Thought of the day
this matrix is nothing but a template
wherein tremulous souls express intent
in timeless time, ego’s desires abate
whereupon fickle heart grants love consent
simply by following its sublime scent
all opposites then dissolve in vast space
whence piercing the veil, we behold God’s face
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