Wherefrom does arise that impulse divine,
which we deludedly claim as our own,
thus offerings of grace decline?
In the void of silence, we dethrone
wayward ego birthing fear and desire,
whence mellow and gentle becomes our tone.
Having consigned ego to the funeral pyre,
all that remains is presence aware,
radiating God’s eternal fire.
Recognise oh hermit, each thought as a snare ~
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