Here now this morn
Heads or tails, either which way,
bliss rapture is here to stay,
so thus poised at heaven’s gate,
with divine beats we relate.
Never going out of style,
bliss magnetism makes heart smile,
our all-time meditation
in the void of cessation.
We are here so God too is,
felt within as His bliss fizz,
piercing each vector of form,
a potent yet benign storm.
Fullness in emptiness thus,
is found aboard God’s bliss bus,
wherein we’re the chosen one,
luminous like yonder sun.
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