Here now this morn
caress of bliss as soft as a feather
or as a wheel whirring at any node
each pore a door pulsating together
the void of no-thingness is our abode
where vibrant presence sings to God an ode
wonder struck sensing bliss magnetism rise
with each breath ushering a new surprise
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