Here now this morn
bubbles rise to the surface
tendencies of our ego
in lucid dreams we retrace
fears we thought we had let go
komorebi light teases
concealing and revealing
we dance as our heart pleases
wounds of our dark past healing
what can emptiness reflect
save spasms of bliss magnetism
form is by bliss dewdrops specked
igniting mind-body prism
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