Awake, Oh Hermit
Soul’s desire has birthed this form,
to feel a benign bliss storm.
Breaking free from body shell,
we wake up knowing all’s well.
This game is not so easy,
unless nonchalance breezy
marks our each thought, word and deed,
throb of love, our sturdy steed.
Thus, to be clear and succinct,
if our heart is by love inked,
bubbling here in childlike mirth,
heaven descends upon earth.
Each one here’s, a child of God.
Knowing this, we’re overawed,
for there are then, no ‘others’;
all we see, our soul brothers.
Delusion then, cause of pain,
as also of our soul’s stain,
of what is called ‘fall from grace’,
till we meet God face to face.
God employs no use of force,
for love is His sole resource.
Let us then, ego forsake,
erasing darkness opaque.
We are as He, we are light,
shining bright through day and night!
Knowing love’s the magic pill,
allow God to do His will.
26-March-2022
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