Here now this morn
A burn that is bliss, as flame without smoke,
transmutes our quintessence from deep within,
brought about when presence with love we yoke,
which causes this ignition to begin,
where the vast void beckons us to come in,
being absoluteness where we belong,
where pulse of life is sensed as God’s Om gong.
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