In blissful repose
Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows,
soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye,
blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows,
flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye.
Love’s readymade, in God’s heavenly glade,
where vibrant and aglow, in stillness slow,
with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade,
soul steps retrace, till who we are we know.
There’s nothing we do as bliss beats renew,
treating with affection, both friend and foe,
our aura glistens like fresh morning dew,
as breath by breath we feel God’s grace endow.
Simple is the path, we so tread upon ~
Weaving thread of love, each moment reborn
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