Vicarious Knowing To No Avail
Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path
Doing what heart likes
Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath
Thunderous bliss spikes
Fears and desires dykes
Wisdom of the scriptures, words etched in stone
Tested time and again
Yet each of us must tread the path alone
Feeling both joy and pain
Slowly cleansing soul stain
When free will chooses to become from fear immune
Abiding in silence
Distilled attention cognises God’s love tune
Rekindling heart’s innocence
Bubbling bliss effervescence
26-February-2022
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