Pristine State

I am the infinite, that from which all flows
My home is that of Spirit, subtle, pulsing glow
Its origins are the foundations of immense bliss
And in that I reside self aware without limits

Time has ceased to exist as is confining space
There is only a seamless reality creating grace
A mere thought triggers a flurry of manifestation
And colorful Worlds spring up in a single instant

A veil drops down as if on a vast sweeping stage
And Spirit is separated from itself in divided state
Bewildered and confused roam the children of Divinity
Seeking comfort and peace they forge bonds of fragility

When roaming through the corridors of worldly prisons
The Heart struggles vaguely remembering old visions
Turning away from that which is outside to dive within
A silver lining is seen leading to Graceful state pristine