[Unseeking Seeker]

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