Here now this morn
there is nothing new to report
except each pore is a bliss port
spine vibrant, head ovoid aflame
mind comprehends not its import
God realisation’s our aim
the prize on which we stake our claim
but the seeker must disappear
for our presence to win this game
as living light, what’s there to fear
more so when bliss beats within spear
divine entwined we vaporise
God Himself then our life does steer
when every breath feels like sunrise
we celebrate when ego dies
even though completion awaits
bliss thunder takes us to new highs
burning yearning never abates
we wait out turn at heaven’s gates
we’re suffused with bliss magnetism
God’s touch that ends futile debates
we subscribe not to any ism
yet bliss ignites mind-body prism
how this comes about mind knows not
it’s through an unknown mechanism
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