In the Masters Presence
Blissful, rapturous, searing pull
Throbs of bliss that make us feel full
Magnetic pillar of God’s light
Navel to fontanel in skull
Teleported to zenith height
Why in heavens, would we alight
Graced by presence of the elder
We see Him by spherical sight
07-February-2022
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