Beyond the Angels, their choirs of flame,
Beyond Archangels who whisper His Name,
Beyond Ascended Masters who bow in grace,
Resides the Eternal, the Formless Place.
No throne, no crown, no jeweled attire,
Only the Source, the Endless Fire.
The Light that births a billion suns,
The Ocean where all rivers run.
Duality wounds me, it rips, it tears,
A thousand storms in a single prayer.
My soul cries out, O Beloved, please—
Unbind these shackles, grant me release.
No ego dares to ascend this height,
No self remains in the blinding Light.
Only surrender, raw and true,
A beggar kneels at the Door of You.
Satlok whispers, “Child, come near,
Your home awaits, dissolve all fear.”
Beyond all teachers, beyond all lore,
The Source alone—there is no more.
So break me, shape me, strip me bare,
Lift me past sorrow, past despair.
Infinite steps to the Highest Throne,
Yet even there… it is You alone.