Here now this morn
there’s nothing static
everything does hum
listen carefully
it’s the cosmic drum
when our eye’s single
beyond space and time
light of Self pulsates
as throb of love’s chime
magnetic bliss pull
centred everywhere
transmutes feeble form
to be self-aware
witness consciousness
delights in this play
slow motion bliss dance
by night and by day
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