Here now this morn
hollow of palms, soles of feet
tingle radiating cool heat
bliss suffused is our head ovoid
essence of presence feels complete
no longer by ego decoyed
we shine as pure Self unalloyed
a living flame that has no name
light where delusion is destroyed
chakras whir without any aim
life is viewed as merely a game
we’re comfortable in our skin
love, light and bliss our claim to fame
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