Womb of Existence
Here we are, in the womb of existence,
deluded that we’re separate from source,
knowing not love’s our only true resource,
we nurture fears, on ego’s insistence.
We’re granted free will, that soul grow faster
but poor choices we make, cause needless pain,
redeemed when dark desires to rest are lain,
that love and light divine, all we foster.
In silence when we’re still, voids within fill,
enlivened by sublime bliss magnetism;
loves prismatic hues light up body prism,
simply by so letting God do His will.
When will to God bends, separation ends,
lower mind and ego, just drop away,
in time stretched stillness, to bliss beats we sway,
wondrous how our soul, to heaven ascends.
07-June-2022
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