View from the void

Mind but echoes heart’s innermost desire, offering a clue known to but a few, that if we become pure like mountain dew, ego’s consigned to the funeral pyre. We’ve walked many a mile but now we tire, weary of rancid refrains that renew, so opting to make void-centric our view, we ignite in our heart, God’s cosmic fire. In blissful repose a hymn we compose, imprinting in space our heart’s pure intent, wafting through life like the fresh morning breeze, God accepting endearments we propose, that thus paving way for our soul’s ascent, we obtain release with nonchalant ease.