Hush the blush

Waking from deep sleep every morn, centred in the cave of our heart, before the flow of thought forms start, in time stretched calm, ego is shorn. As of soul’s choice we remain still, doing nothing, poised in the void, our pristine presence unalloyed, imbibes boons of grace to heart’s fill. Attentive awareness alert, cognises pulse of magnetism, cascading within feeble form and as bliss continues to spurt, igniting thus mind-body prism, we feel God’s touch, tender and warm.