Here now this morn
we go in within, when we like
just like that, no effort at all
focus fixed, free from thought flow din
soul presence still in a bliss squall
this morn toroidal heart tingles
bliss pinches us between eyebrows
palms radiate magnetic heat
metamorphosing, rapture grows
our unfocused gaze looks at space
womb that holds manifestation
spine as always a band of steel
catalogues every sensation
there is no seeking, we just are
the life principle undefined
jugular notch concurs with us
its pulse with other nodes aligned
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