Here now this morn
no bliss thunder, no soma nectar rain
yet does not the seeming mundane shine bright
our heart’s secret yearning seeks love’s refrain
teleporting us to zenith like height
angst lasts but a moment, voids within fill
bliss beats pulsate, consciousness elevate
nectar of the gods too begins to spill
ushering knowing that stifles debate
come what may, God never gives up on us
so we remain a humble receptor
metamorphosing without any fuss
as bliss pierces every body vector
poised in timelessness of meditation ~
devout’s our faith, firm our proclamation
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