Here now this morn
lust not to rest lain
weeds cleared grow again
and since roots are deep
dreams haunt us in sleep
along love’s locus
we hold firm focus
sensing bliss beat’s chime
from beyond space-time
divine exorcism
cleanses body prism
whence we shine as light
drenched in bliss delight
demons that appear
we no longer fear
since ego is dead
and we’re by God led
we mind not the burn
in mind-body urn
as we so transform
in bliss currents warm
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