Thought of the day
where within our form, is God located
a futile search to keep ego busy
doomed to failure since thoughts are sedated
all that results is we become dizzy
insentient to bliss bubbles fizzy
present everywhere, surging within form
cognised when we resist not love’s bliss storm
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