Bliss
what quanta of bliss can we hold
of God’s sublime bliss magnetism
within this form that’s made of dust
that refracts light in body prism
bliss rapture is soundless thunder
giving rise to benign cool heat
causing involuntary spasms
that breath by breath within repeat
currents that do not ebb with time
which transmutes us as living light
enabling us to bilocate
teleports soul to heaven’s height
bliss, the pull that takes us to God
manifests in hearts that are pure
who in stillness invoke God’s grace
egoless souls who are demure
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