The Restoration Of The Divine Self Poem by Subrata Ray

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Let a chance to be so,
An opening of transparency,
A tranquil revelation,
A shadow less realm to go.

Let the beauty earned by suffering,
And the fortitude to bear the Nature' waves,
Be the witless-wait to accept God's verdict,
Prevail in the quanta -conscious of our being,

Ah! the parasites covered mind,
Be burnt into ashes,
And then the the succeeding flashes,
From the Vast Unconscious in us,
Come up as the secret sharer with godly touch.