Here now this morn
Epiphanies that dawned do not replay
and whilst we wish they would, we remain still,
interfering not with the divine play,
for we have fully surrendered our will.
Boons bestowed always exceed heart’s desire,
thus if we seek, we must settle for less,
so as we transmute as God’s sublime fire,
what lies ahead we prefer not to guess.
In midst of these musings, bliss rapture spikes,
arising from a centreless fulcrum,
spasms manifesting where magnetism strikes,
as within heart echoes the cosmic drum.
The soul star chakra taps us on the head ~
Of secrets divine, what more can be said
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