A notch higher

Above the crown chakra we sense, a moist cauldron oozing with bliss and as we breathe in love’s incense, we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss. Though beyond boundary of skin, as we are therein anointed, with each breath we anew begin, our attention single pointed. Boundaries blur, nodes within stir, conjoined as a collective whole, with joyous heart pleased to concur, with our newly ordained life role. We analyse not boons of grace, as steps toward God we retrace.