Here now this morn
One with the whole, yet distinct and unique,
as nodes atop our head radiate light,
our soul dances with Cupid cheek to cheek,
feeling in form rapture of bliss delight.
The soundless gong of Om reverberates,
music ethereal so compelling,
throb of magnetism that never abates,
dawn of realisation foretelling.
The meaning of silence thus redefined,
by remaining still, we fulfil God’s will,
transformed as living light, divine aligned,
awestruck beholding how voids within fill.
Blessings from God fall on us like light rain ~
Vibrant in solitude we thus remain
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