Break the chains of lineage,
break them once, break them forever—
seek the One, the Only,
not in the visible,
but in the silent descent,
where the heart awakens to its source.
Break the chains, O seeker of truth,
for rites are veils,
and traditions—shadows of memory.
None can bridge
the distance that is no distance,
the nearness deeper than near.
Cleanse the heart, again and again,
for the breath of undying light
circles within it, unseen.
Seek no guide, as your saviour,
trust no sanctuary's gate—
for this is the passage of no path,
led only by the secret echo within.
Break the chains, and listen—
He calls from the hollow of your being.
If you long for truth,
drown within yourself;
lift the veil of being,
and enter the boundless stillness
where He has never been absent.
All names dissolve here,
all forms unweave—
Multiplicity is but a shimmer,
a dance of refracted unity.
Break the chains, O heart,
for even difference is His disguise.
In this world of restless colors,
seek the heart's own shrine;
for the one who whispers "Here I am"
has already merged with the Answer.
Break the chain,
seek the Eternal—
the beginning is His breath,
the ending His return.
And on this path of nameless love,
where every step erases the stepper,
nothing remains
but the pure Presence—
the One who calls,
and the One who answers
through you.
—November,5,2025
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