Sensing presence of formless God

 Sensing presence of formless God

The wisdom pure, which knows no end or form,

Can soothe material strife, survive the storm.

It whispers deep inside, a radiant ray,

And lights the path where our true spirit lay.

Unseen He dwells, yet fills each breath we take,

Beyond all form, for every creature's sake.

No thing He is, but far beyond all made,

A gentle secret, in our souls displayed.

When all things end, they turn to Him anew,

And from His source, the whole wide world shines through.

This knowing pure, a solace soft and deep,

The Great Soul wakes, where our own spirits sleep.