Nonchalance admits neither guilt nor fear,
irrespective of thoughts that appear,
recognising they’re ego spawned,
misaligned from love divine,
thus of no consequence
as far as soul goes,
so presence yawns
and moves on,
into
light.
Love
is all
that’s real,
being the pulse
of God’s energy,
both within and around,
as it’s pulsations resound,
transmuting animal to man;
transfiguring all as living light,
no sooner we exit hypnotic trance.
Etheree