A leaf falls
We are still, yet there are gentle stirrings,
of divine magnetism at play within.
We feel both bliss humming and nodes whirring;
from cave of heart God calls, we go therein.
We go with the flow in staid stillness slow,
feeling soma nectar drip through our veins,
witnessed by presence, vibrant and aglow,
as these benign currents cleanse feral stains.
In a state of no-mind, fears left behind,
there is no seeking, only receiving,
touch of God’s grace that gives sight to the blind,
transmutation of form, gently weaving.
As thought forms stall, we see our false self fall,
blown far away in this magnetic squall.
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