As we metamorphose
A steady bliss hum is what we’ve become,
as our permanent orientation,
poised in peace in all time meditation,
cravings of ego having overcome,
presence synced with throb of the cosmic drum,
gong of Om in the void of cessation,
peak, the plateau of bliss beat’s sensation,
leaving no obstacles to overcome.
Present here in space-time in feeble form,
within which polarities tango dance,
viewing this lucid dream as but a game,
bliss transmutes as peace in love’s benign storm,
making thus divine aligned our soul’s stance,
fulfilling in staid stillness our life’s aim.
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