Here now this morn
prior to thought or perception
before arises conception
in this strange world of names and forms
at the stillness point, heart conforms
to space before time arises
where lower mind weighs and sizes
there in unending renewal
we dwell in the realm non-dual
these musings apart we must share
epiphany beyond compare
third eye lowers her eyelashes
feather like touch gently gnashes
bliss seduction in slow motion
where the drop becomes the ocean
without any doing at all
as in love’s abyss we free fall
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