Give me the rhythm

Thoughts rest as we float into our soul’s nest, toroidal heart, where throbs soundless thunder, bliss magnetism humming, deep in our chest, leaving our presence awestruck in wonder. At heaven’s gate, all nodes collaborate, attuned to the pulse of the universe, the music God makes, which then shapes our fate, which we sing as a melodious verse. Spine a harp, on which Divine Mother plays, illumining our central vein with light, rapture unbound, that by day and night stays, inducing spasms borne by bliss beat’s delight. God’s play divine sublime has but one aim ~ That in timeless time, we become the flame