Beyond Delineation
Spiritual seekers try to label
the pulse singular in thought forms dual
but find out soon enough they’re unable,
since instant knowing is unusual
for stuporous lower mind, that’s old school.
Imagine a throb beyond senses five,
bliss magnetism that keeps soul’s light alive,
propelling the flow of soma nectar,
that oozes incessantly from heart’s hive,
piercing each and every in-form vector.
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