Here now this morn
in stupor we sink but then we see space blink
meanwhile within, kundalini is at play
with the formless void our consciousness we link
allowing influx of grace to have its way
with pulse of divine magnetism we concur
whence nodes within stir and all boundaries blur
that thus without doing anything at all
we stand tall centred in love’s benign bliss squall
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