Here now this morn
crown steps aside making way for the soul
the knock on our head is distinct and clear
whence touched by magnetism that makes us whole
this chakra pulsates as God’s touch so dear
embodiment of the Monad in form
birthed in the void graced in the physical
is the vivid shift with which we conform
no less than a miracle mystical
there being nothing outside consciousness
all that is polarised is in space-time
seeming separate yet one with oneness
recognised when we meld with bliss beat’s chime
frolicking carefree in drunken delight ~
we surf the bardo in ambedo light
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