the all seeing spiritual eye shines
as God’s self-existent luminous flame
being the source with which our soul aligns
then ego gives each sense organ a name
forgetting God from Whom boons of grace came
and so recognising we are That Self
we delight in life that flows by itself
Good morning
A kind of high intensity light
Of the scorching sun white
And eyes in dry state tide
Trying to open in haziness
But as the laziness
Overpower the body logic
And seems lethargic
In every sense
Like a sense organ tense
Goining again to sleeps
If enthusiam not there it weeps
Finally it rejuvenate and open again keeps
With a new piece of thought light
And start its twilight
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