Here now this morn
Having granted bliss magnetism consent,
meaning we have agreed to be transformed,
there then is no end to rapture’s ascent,
as every bastion of our form is stormed.
We are the candle and bliss is the flame,
so we can no longer tell who we are,
as we metamorphose in life’s end game,
as God’s light, brighter than the brightest star.
The soul star chakra and the crown converse,
on how they may work for influx of grace,
pouring ceaselessly from the universe,
as pulsation of release and embrace.
The truth is this, in words simple and plain ~
We are torn apart, then put back again
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