if our eye be single

Our third eye glistens, as we watch bliss magnetism rise, notch by notch, until each cell of feeble form imbibes these currents, cool and warm, dancing on our spine’s vertebrae, the tease divine, playing hopscotch, God applauding the way we pray. Poised attention animated, we become light, as is fated, doing nothing, save being still, wonderstruck as voids within fill, ego cravings, decimated. Toroidal heart emits love’s scent, paving way for our soul’s ascent.