Eye of our soul

Form the vessel, heartbeat life, breath acting as the midwife, paving way for soul to rise, bliss drenched, in childlike surprise. Space God’s form, wherein we dwell and so hermit, all is well, when we make within some room, for our heart lotus to bloom. Child of God, we are as He, on shifting from ‘I’ to ‘we’, whence thus becoming divine, we behold our soul’s light shine. Wafting through illusions spun, stillness lets us come undone, looking through eye of our soul, becoming one with the whole.