19-05-2022, 08:24 AM
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Master
Join Date: Sep 2018
Location: Delhi, India
Posts: 11,072
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Follow the scent
Heart’s not yet ready;
love flame unsteady,
having lost it’s way,
in this form of clay.
Due to ego’s ruse,
illusions bemuse,
birthing delusion;
endless confusion.
In naked starkness,
enmeshed in darkness,
we yet choose freedom;
enter God’s kingdom.
Inner sentience,
in pristine silence,
transmutes feeble form
with bliss currents warm.
Reflecting God’s light,
we obtain clear sight;
one with That oneness,
love drenched blissfulness.
Jueju
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The Self has no attribute
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