Here now this morn
thoughts are at rest and heart is quiescent
the wafting breeze gently plays on our skin
above our head shines the new moon crescent
hum of magnetism causes nodes to spin
ineffable peace pervades feeble form
a gentle osmotic penetration
bliss replete we are centred in this storm
poised in the vibrant void of cessation
a blob of bliss settles down on our crown
the grid from root to third eye is aflame
in the vast ocean of oneness we drown
give it any name but we’re not the same
radiance from third eye spills on forehead ~
we stand in the raw inhibitions shed
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