Tomorrow will be too late

Employing absolute freedom innate, as the subject, the object and the means the triad of energies shapes our fate, with the light of Self veiled behind five screens, the densest being our organic form, God’s vital life breath enlivening dust, entwined with mind, conjuring a thought storm, bliss body and childlike heart that does trust, being then the hurdles we need to cross, to exit this maze though we’re in a daze, by choosing to weed away instincts gross and in pastures of love, joyfully graze. The aim of the game is to feel contrast ~ Before rainfall, the sky is overcast Before rainfall, the sky is overcast, dark and long seems the night, opaquing light, but knowing that destiny’s die is cast, our mission here is to garner clear sight, to which end, that here and now we ascend, we search for that which does not shift with time, voice of conscience, to which our ear we lend, inking the void with love’s beauteous chime and no sooner we do this, the mists clear, ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat, with soul’s presence sensing that God is near, felt as soundless thunder of His bliss beat. We are the blockage, constrained by thought chains ~ First things first, we choose to cleanse our soul’s stains First things first, we choose to cleanse our soul’s stains, enabled by melding head with the heart, eye equal whether moon waxes or wanes, total emptiness where all fears depart, that thus having chosen to surrender, we relinquish control of life to God, each life breath being beheld in wonder, gentling our touch by giving love a nod, whereupon then doing nothing at all, merging with the all, we become the flame, mind’s delusion dispelled in the bliss squall, reclaiming light of Self, our claim to fame. We transcend turbid storms of fickle fate ~ Employing absolute freedom innate