Feeble are senses and muddled is mind,
bewildered in this world of illusion
but by shifting to heart, loving and kind,
clear light dawns, erasing our confusion.
Love is the litmus test, which we employ,
though we confess our thoughts do oscillate,
so at times wayward ego does decoy,
for in this realm, we’re far from heaven’s gate.
We are Your child, tempestuous...
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