Here now this morn
From between eyebrows till the crown,
the entire grid is our third eye,
a stream of bliss in which we drown,
that deluded ego may die.
All nodes pulsate at the same time,
since why would omnipresence move,
being the source of bliss beats chime,
whose each tremor heart does approve.
The mind of God directs life’s play,
an intelligence so supreme,
we’re gripped in rapture night and day,
whilst dancing atop love’s moonbeam.
From head to toe, we are shaken ~
Bliss is the way we awaken
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