Here now this morn
active at all times, is our soul star node
as we sense therefrom God’s blessings in-pour
this form is readied to be His abode
so we burn in this urn but keep no score
afloat in the boat God Himself does oar
we’re breath by breath by bliss magnetism led
in truth leaving nothing more to be said
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