Here now this morn
back of head is capped with bliss
it is Divine Mother’s kiss
we look on as we are shaped
in sublime love and light draped
God’s first light signals it’s morn
yet we’re in the void airborne
slowly reeled back to this form
magnetised in a bliss storm
osmotic penetration
of the mists of creation
brings back to life dormant nodes
singing odes our heart decodes
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