Here now this morn
neither seeking nor striving, free from strain
deep peace pervades form, bliss is heart’s refrain
poised in the now, we let God’s grace endow
mood and mode acceptant, we wear no chain
poised in the void, our mind no longer strays
focus on bliss beats is how our soul prays
to the will of God we cheerfully bow
we’re the urn in which kundalini plays
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