Weary Soul
Weary we are or at least that aspect of identity
Considering itself to be separate from source
Exhausted oscillating in the world of duality
Encased in feeble form, relying on use of force
All striving futile, elusive is joy in permanence
Finally, void of cessation, our last resource
In silence we cognise soft voice of conscience
Gentle love pulsations emanating from heart
We meld therein, reclaiming lost innocence
A mist envelopes us as bliss ignition does start
We are astonished to see ego urges vaporise
Darkness dispelled, upon adding love to cart
Ceasing to weigh and size, over time we realise
We are not mere mind-body but love and light
Viewing here soul ascent, in childlike surprise
Oh weary hermit, awaken now to spherical sight
Rapturous bliss delight, cascading day and night
23-November-2021
''W'' New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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