[Unseeking Seeker]

Love,
divine.
All else false.
This is the truth.
World of illusions,
self conjured vibrations.
The moment we recognise,
we are released from delusion.
Ego borne thoughts fall away in time,
no sooner we choose to gently align.

Alignment is with the voice of conscience
seated at the spacial heart centre.
Resonation with the love throb,
paves way for bliss to enter.
Thus no doing is done,
save surrendering.
As we listen,
we wisen.
The lamp,
lit!

Poetry form: Etheree