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Slowing down
Making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
sounds of silence resound within,
leaving lower mind in a daze,
as magnetism erases sin.
As thoughts rise and in time subside,
making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
love entwines the head-heart divide,
even as we blissfully laze.
The womb of space is where we graze,
wherein doing nothing at all,
making unfocused our soul’s gaze,
truth of our true self we recall.
Slowing thought, giving love a nod,
we ascend slowly, phase by phase,
we leave all in the hands of God,
making unfocused our soul’s gaze.
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Unseeking Seeker
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