We Know We Know Not
We can’t see God, so use braille,
scent of bliss marking our trail,
feeling love, gently by touch,
having rested thought flow crutch.
By following bliss beats beep,
soma nectar seeps in deep
and thus heeding God’s love chime,
assured is soul’s upward climb.
Recognising we know not,
we loosen up heart strings taut,
imbibing wisdom by grace,
beholding God, face to face.
18-May-2023
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