Dear poetry
Just as each heartbeat is virgin,
as vital breath impulsed by God,
propelled by divine magnetism,
to gong of Om we give our nod.
The sacred rhythm within resounds,
nurtured in heart, scripted by mind,
symbols by bliss beats garlanded,
with music of the spheres aligned.
Waves of the ocean lap the shore,
dancing to orbit of the moon,
so likewise the poems we pen,
are God’s gifts received when we swoon.
Epiphanies that dawn are shared,
each authored by the universe,
wherein we but reflect the light,
without any need to rehearse.
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