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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We assign no meaning to bliss that hums, brought forth when polarities tango dance, for though we’re complete it seems soul becomes, the light of Self, free from hypnotic trance. Bemused by illusions and lost in lust, the ego is but a blood sucking leech, so cravings of body-mind we mistrust and the grace of God earnestly beseech. Ceasing thinking, relying on feeling, we befriend silence, resting the thought crutch, that Holy Spirit may begin healing, our deluded soul as we learn by touch. In timeless time, past tendencies refined, pristine presence becomes divine aligned. Pristine presence becomes divine aligned, enabled on head melding with the heart, whence playing our life role as God assigned, ego dies as fears and desires depart. As cravings recede and love takes the lead, breath by breath we watch form metamorphose and as bliss pheromones begin to breed, we exude the scent of a fragrant rose. Living internally, we yet exist, without agenda, vibrant and carefree, our luminous presence now a bliss mist, pure awareness unshackled from mind’s tree. Thus without any doing done at all, shining as the light of Self, we stand tall. Shining as the light of Self, we stand tall, resplendent in the glory of God’s light, centred always in love’s benign bliss squall, we merge with the source that births heart’s delight. Though life’s pulse is dual, our eye’s single, thus we are within but not of the world, heartbeat a bliss spasm, we feel each tingle, delighted as flag of love is unfurled. In this lucid dream already impulsed, magnetism being flavour of our muse, as light is imbibed and darkness repulsed, scent of love from our pores begins to ooze. God’s divine magnetism in our heart strums; we assign no meaning to bliss that hums.
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