An esoteric truth
“There is a central funnel from root to crown ~
It’s the stillness fulcrum, where in bliss we drown”
~ quote by poet
The vertical staff of power within form,
is that around which our body-mind is shaped,
thus how may we know the source of God’s bliss storm,
stationed outside space-time, though soul’s in it draped?
The manifest world is but a projection,
that feeling contrast, we grow to perfection,
yet our true being is always transcendent,
synced with which we shine as light bliss resplendent.
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