Here now this morn
An etheric drill whirs in our third eye,
guru and crown chakras following suit,
the vibrant bliss hum causing heart to sigh,
as breath by breath our stillness we reboot.
Navel to crown now is the central vein,
in as cognised, as a pillar of light,
wherein capsuled consciousness we retrain,
imbibing bliss, heightening heart’s delight.
Each node renews itself within itself,
as dynamic stillness whilst in motion,
etching within luminescence of Self,
where we as the drop become the ocean.
Sipping nectar of bliss as it does spill ~
We shape shift and metamorphose at will
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