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I or let’s say we, perceive outer form,
till feeling within, bliss magnetism warm.

Illusions seen are but an ego ruse,
trailing as thought forms, becoming our muse.

Irked by thought spirals, that twirl us around,
trading angst for joy, in love our soul’s drowned.

Impelled by a need to garner the truth,
tailwinds divine beseech God search forsooth.

Inked by hues of love, heart lotus blossoms,
tracing playfully, bliss in all bosoms.

Is not descent into life a wonder,
tilling heart till no one is asunder?

Ignition of love, awaits us within,
tango dancing to feel bliss on our skin.

In timeless time by grace, we vaporise,
tasting flavours of life breaths in surprise.

Intimate is touch of God’s love caress,
transfixing us in bliss, free from duress.

Immediate is granting of bliss boons;
toroidal mists, within which our heart swoons.

Instant nirvana’s ours for the asking,
taming ego’s urge for multitasking.

Illumination, to soul is innate,
thwarted yet on earth by desires that bait.

In the vibrant void of silence, let’s rest,
tapering thought, we find we’re at the crest.

15-August-2022

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