Haves and have nots
In the game of haves and have nots, bliss is king,
immersing us in all time meditation,
that doing nothing rapture begins to spring,
each node of form a magnetised play station,
around which childlike innocence throws a ring,
entwining us with all of God’s creation.
Ah, the boons bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss,
that as the flame we exclaim, ‘we’re all of this!’
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