Here now this morn
right from the time we wake up till we sleep
we flow with tides as they arise inside
sensing bliss mists osmotically seep
each cell of form bridging every divide
that formless presence may then wingless glide
in the void standing tall as a bliss squall
responding mindfully when life does call
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