Bliss in the bardo
Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn,
feeling within bliss humming,
as notes of rapture strumming.
I was then, the light of Self,
with no desire on the shelf,
for mind was as yet asleep,
which is how I went in deep.
Bliss froze time, that soul may climb
toward heaven like this rhyme,
frolicking about carefree,
unshackled from my mind tree.
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