Dance of Delight
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Mundane daily chores
beg us for encores
but we’re in a trance,
feeling bliss beats prance.
Our vaporised self
dances by itself
to the cosmic drum,
music of spheres strum.
In form, here, now, this,
purrs rapturous bliss
as we choose to burn
in our body urn.
Heightens our delight
beholding God’s light,
that becomes our own,
within heart, home grown.
17-September-2022
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