Here now this morn
at jugular notch
the witness keeps watch
on soul star above
wherefrom in-pours love
energies converged
bliss surged all nodes merged
presence vaporised
and then crystallised
God’s play of delight
by day and by night
the throb of Om’s hum
is what we become
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