Here now this morn
Lower mind is in head, soul’s seat in heart
but making bilocation as the norm,
employing both together, a learnt art,
positions us in a benign bliss storm,
yet to call of life too we do conform,
illumined by rays of the central sun,
attending to chores that need to be done.
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