Thoughts are passe
Instrument of mind, let us rest,
power from ego gently wrest,
that as awareness self-aware,
our bliss anointed heart is blest.
No agenda left to declare
and ego cravings we outstare,
we then recognise who we are,
laying before God, our heart bare.
For too long we played below par
and from God’s light drifted afar
but in silence, the Self is seen,
shining brighter than the North Star.
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