Let go of to get to
How do our musings come to us,
when fears and desires yet nonplus
gentle soul, yearning to feel whole?
We just get aboard God’s bliss bus!
Bliss magnetism scriptures extol,
needs us to let go of each goal,
born in transience, thus doomed to die,
that we reclaim light ego stole.
Hush the blush dear, please do not sigh,
for in time, we will wingless fly,
because we’re not this body-mind.
In staid stillness, feel God draw nigh.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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