Building tension

To sound the right musical note, string of the guitar is made taut, so likewise for our light to shine, trials we face, make us self-taught. Stuporous is mind, heart unkind, insipid stance, clumsy our dance, floundering about as though blind, mindful eye alters circumstance. Notice head and heart, stand apart, misaligned from the pulse of love, so simply tightening soul’s strings, they begin to act hand in glove. Choosing consciousness correction, fixating on God our focus, shifts life’s course and our direction, flowing along the love locus. Tension buildup can be useful, if employed for a higher cause, which reworded simply requires, putting flow of desires on pause. Desires exhumed, our thoughts too cease, then ego dies, since it’s unfed, whereupon we flow like the breeze, love energised, by bliss beats led.