Thought of the day
We search for God and He too so searches
for Himself in each heart, veiled by thought mists,
yet in silence, the bird of truth perches
on love’s moonbeam when we shed to-do lists,
spawned by the ego that always resists.
Such dear souls, is the divine paradox,
resolved the day when we choose to detox.
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