Have we seen God

Is not God a concept, till we see Him? How will memorising scriptures assist? Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim. Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist. A Hindu believes God takes many forms, whilst for a Christian, Jesus is the all, Muslims adore Allah, Buddhists bliss storms; myriad paths, that drive us up the wall. First things first, let us find out who we are because it’s clear, we’re more than body-mind. God’s omnipresent, so he can’t be far. Sages who saw Him, were with love aligned. Is not attachment, the cause of sorrow; regrets of past and fear of the morrow? Regrets of past and fear of the morrow, deflects attention from the here and now; heart contracts as ego spawned fears burrow deep in our core, since such thoughts we allow. Back to the basics, we ask, who am I? It’s said we are soul but we’ve not seen it, yet whenever we err, we feel heart sigh, so the lamp of love in heart must be lit. We look to nature to set doubts to rest. Doing nothing, we see a rose blossom, so it’s sure we too will rise to the crest and the secret lies, deep in our bosom. The clue is simple as to how to start; to introduce ourself, hand goes to heart. To introduce ourself, hand goes to heart, a move instinctive, because our soul knows, that once head and heart do not stand apart, the tree of love within us slowly grows. So choosing to bend, that we may ascend, we pause the cause of flow of turbid thought and past relationship with ego end, that in tranquil silence, we be self-taught. The shift is easy and yet difficult, since it does require taking back control, surrendering membership of each cult, including religions elders extol. In timeless time, silence does enable, our presence in the void, always stable. Our presence in the void, always stable, looks back at life led, knowing it’s a dream, for sans identity, what’s the label that may describe a beautiful moonbeam? Layer by layer, concepts we held fade and though we seek nothing, light within dawns, felt as magnetism that assigns no grade, imbibed without effort, as our soul yawns. This current divine penetrates our form, bringing with it deep wisdom from heaven and we’re swept away in this benign storm, that cascades within, through chakras seven. Pathless is the path which we walk upon; with each breath we take, we’re here now reborn. With each breath we take, we’re here now reborn, with our void-centric stance, bereft of thought, bliss energising this form we adorn, past fears and desires, are reduced to naught. Life as impulsed, continues to unfold but free from want we become nonchalant, our aura inked with love, in hues of gold, as God Himself becomes our confidant. We see our true Self, resplendent with light, as God, our Father, erases erst sin, bestowing on us wisdom and clear sight and having seen, we know, He dwells within. Myriad are beliefs, to feed every whim; is not God a concept, till we see Him?