Here now this morn
what are we going to post today
in this question is concealed a desire
there is no judgment; it is what it is
artistic expression is what we aspire
words as symbols though are metaphors
we but point out to magnetism divine
yet to sense bliss beats as they manifest
with strobes of silence we must choose to align
apart from head, heart and spine, palms glisten
pulsation of omnipresence throbs everywhere
we as formless presence are poised in peace
in tranquil thought rested stillness self-aware
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