Doing nothing
We do nothing and yet we feel
the third eye and our crown entwine;
rapturous joy that holds appeal,
that makes our soul on earth divine.
Vibrant emptiness paves the way,
to garner bliss that’s here to stay,
day after day, transforming form,
in benign currents, cool and warm.
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