Benign bliss burn

Within form, soma nectar drips and our attention firmly grips, which delights in bliss magnetism, humming within mind-body prism, so enraptured thus, we remain, in heightened joy, soul free from stain, for with wayward ego asleep, in the vast void, we choose to leap, doing nothing, simply feeling, throb of rapture, so appealing. Although we care, we cannot share, for each soul must on its own pair, with God’s current, ever present, imbibed when we grant love consent.