Walk the Talk
The seeds we plant, take time to grow
but although this fact, we all know,
when it comes to our soul’s ascent,
we prefer fast rather than slow.
Our will to God, yet to be bent,
opaque heart grants not love consent,
yet strangely we hope to see God,
within our core, always present.
We find our predicament odd,
with head yet to give heart a nod,
melding therein, ending conflict,
that bliss may ignite body pod.
When each thought be carefully picked,
mindful eye not be ego tricked,
only then do we qualify,
to reclaim inner light perfect.
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