Divine Goal
Belovèd opens wide the window’s frame,
A sacred act that melts all pain away.
On morning’s wing, she stands in light’s array,
Defying storms that threaten without shame.
Into the mystic mists her gaze now came,
Divine awareness in the breeze’s sway.
Though danger lurks within her mind’s display,
Her soul, wrapped in a holy glow, takes aim.
Her inner self learns how truly to see,
Each tranquil scene a balm to make her whole.
While thoughts dart swift and dust falls endlessly,
Her spirit soars beyond the mundane toll.
In stillness, love and joy flow ceaselessly,
As divine Bliss remains her only goal.
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