Given to play
Spontaneity translates heart’s intent,
provided of course our mind is at rest,
so free from fear, actions ensure ascent,
our emotes on canvas of space impressed,
inked with divine bliss mists in playful jest.
The gong of Om resounds in the vast void,
birthed in our purified heart unalloyed,
teleported on wings of innocence,
benign burn by which ego is destroyed,
enabled as always with God’s guidance.
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