Here now this morn
transformed by bliss, our palm chakras aflame
magnetic heat is mirrored in each node
we assign no name to this divine game
yet pen songs of gratitude as an ode
since this earth vessel is now God’s abode
our third eye’s sight now seems subtler than space
yet for now we remain in its embrace
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