Within the heart, a spark of Light is sown,
The God Gene whispers truths we've always known.
Though veiled by mind, the soul's pure essence beams,
A mirror to the One, by Love alone.
This Self, the Seer, beyond both birth and end,
No form can bind, no time its truth suspend.
It watches all, yet waits for us to see,
That we and It are One, not foe nor friend.
But mind, the trickster, casts its fleeting shade,
Upon the soul, where Light and Peace are laid.
Its chatter drowns the silent song within,
And binds us in the dreams that it has made.
To glimpse the Truth, let go of mind's control,
Embrace the stillness, listen to the Soul.
Then all the world dissolves into the One,
And Love's eternal ocean floods us whole.
No longer bound by self or others' name,
We dance within the universal flame.
In every face, the face of God is seen,
And joy and sorrow merge to be the same.
So, seek not far, the treasure lies inside,
The path is clear when ego steps aside.
The God Gene sings in silence, soft and deep,
Awake, O soul, in Love's embrace abide.
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