[Unseeking Seeker]

Little by little,
desires soul whittle.
We hark not conscience,
thus scar innocence.

God-connect yearning,
our earth life learning.
When our eye’s single,
we’ll feel bliss tingle.

Melding head with heart,
is where we should start.
Inner conflict ends,
soul thereby ascends.

What does this entail,
as we wingless sail?
Each thought, word and deed
must ride the love steed.

God in-dwells us all.
Pay heed to His call.
Each soul’s our brother.
Love one another.

Jueju