Here now this morn
Body vessel is like an empty drum,
bliss pressure felt equally everywhere,
where all nodes simultaneously strum,
vibrations of earth, water, fire and air
and at each octave presence is aware,
though in truth lower mind cannot locate,
source that teleports us to heaven’s gate.
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