Our life our choice
If we’re not receptive to learn
Addicted to mind’s thinking crutch
We’ll never imbibe truth by touch
How will we feel nodes within churn
If we fear to surrender will
For ego dies, when we are still
Oh, to feel God’s benign bliss burn
Immediate and intimate
Throb of love that does not abate
Of seeds we sow are fruits we earn
Thus with heart gentle, eye mindful
Rainbow body is beautiful
Love and light, in mind-body urn
Is borne by divine magnetism
Transcending each and every ism
If we’re not receptive to learn
How will we feel nodes within churn
Oh, to feel God’s benign bliss burn
Of seeds we sow are fruits we earn
Love and light, in mind-body urn
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