Hidden
Made in God’s image, we’re light,
vibrant by day and by night,
veiled by cravings of ego,
which we are loathe to forgo.
Truth remains from us hidden,
until we do as bidden,
head-heart aligned, oozing love,
invoking grace from above.
To become love enabled,
ego must be disabled,
whereupon delusion shed,
we are by our conscience led.
All of us were born like this,
pure of heart and drenched with bliss
but then by desires bemused,
mind slowly became confused.
The truth that’s veiled may be seen,
being simply, our soul’s sheen;
if we but choose to be still,
voids within with bliss will fill.
Upon knowing who we are,
we cease to struggle and spar,
breath by breath, coming undone,
recognising all are one.
There’s nothing we need to do,
save letting love throbs renew.
We are, as we are, complete,
luminous soul, bliss replete.
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