Here now this morn
God’s grid looping our form tightens its hold,
nodes within acting as a seamless whole,
bliss activation playful yet controlled,
restoring peace to our prayerful soul.
There is nothing we do, we have no goal,
save receiving boons of grace in repose,
in awe witnessing how inner light grows.
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