Poetry

The hands of grace sometimes fall unseen
lifting you up to where you've never been.
Blessed are they on whom it descends,
being worthy, they are ready to ascend.

For such a long time most people have been caught
by ignorance, struggling and ignoring life's taught.
Their ego is usually arising through clashes
forsaking its identity with all by its rashness.

To gather more experience and to impress
its own existence apart from all of the rest.
Impossible though that will forever be
regardless of what appears or is to see.

We are all of one substance existing within its domain
of Infinite Being always playing a very illusory game.
The descent of grace is experienced as bliss
the likeness of which one should never miss.

All one's troubles seem to get dissolved away
having existed only under an imaginary sway.
Towards God-Realization is the extent of the place
of all those worthy who have acquired God's grace.