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All thoughts are ego begot
Our sin, cacophonous thought din
Oh hermit, when will we begin
In silence, choosing to be still
Feeling God’s love and light within
Simply by surrendering will
Bliss mists rise and voids in heart fill
There’s no doing we need to do
Faith makes easy ascent uphill
Each hue of life throbs felt is new
We fall, we rise, pristine like dew
Knowing this dream life will not last
We delight as bliss beats renew
The breath of God is soul’s repast
Wide and far net of love is cast
Our eye mindful and touched gentle
We dwell in the vibrant void vast
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Unseeking Seeker
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