The great day is when you are set free
From your personality, ego, attachments
The soul sets free upon pure service
Never to profit the same again
The body no longer craves biology
And the brain no longer craves
The familiar suffering of existence
It requires rather the essence of holiness
The value of sacredness and sacrifice
The poetry of inner spirit and divinity
It’s a state of ecstasy the common
Mind cannot entertain, know, or touch
On that day, filled by the vision of
Something beyond humanity
The tribe, the wars, the history
I found my body became purer tears
No trace remained of why I loved myself
Or what I sought for myself alone
I was no longer an individual alone
Against an indifferent world
But I was a privileged duty to serving God
God without a seal of belief or book of faith
God the universe without possessions
God the love without the need for a lover.
Wuji Seshat 