Analysis is paralysis
Notice our consciousness has no centre,
shifting between head to toe as it likes,
each pore a door through which grace can enter,
bliss magnetism getting a million likes,
as ineffable rapture in heart spikes.
Some speak of heart and others of third eye;
all concepts deemed false since we wingless fly.
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