Being-ness meditation
God realisation our aim,
let’s up the meditation game,
resting thought form vulgarities,
thus balancing polarities.
If we are that, then let’s be it,
force that takes us to the summit,
becoming the kundalini,
acting on form teeny-weeny.
Empowered with freedom new found,
body-mind becomes our playground
where ego thoughts do not nonplus,
since were are aboard God’s bliss bus.
No chakra’s higher, none lower;
we are but a bliss-seed sower,
simply by feeling, not thinking,
reaching awareness unblinking.
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