Here now this morn
involuntary spasms of delight manifest
on our head we wear a crown of bliss
touched thus by spirit we feel blest
reality for us is the here now this
our presence an epitome of delight
fullness in emptiness, nothing amiss
both imbibing and radiating divine light
we are God’s flame that has no name
nodes within aglow day and night
poised thus in vast void with no aim
bliss enablement is our claim to fame
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