Here now this morn
when each cell of form is a twinkling star
a million bliss bubbles in head explode
whence without movement we’re carried afar
where frequency of love is our abode
nodes within churn in our mind-body urn
where whilst in repose we metamorphose
as God’s light willingly choosing to burn
amazed beholding how bliss rapture grows
soles of feet and palms are not left behind
participating fully with our spine
conjoined with heart and crown divine aligned
as pull of magnetism for which we pine
poised in the vibrant void of cessation ~
unending thus is our meditation
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