Is-ness of being-ness
A million bliss bubbles softly explode
in the head ovoid, freezing flow of time,
whence poised in peace we pay to God an ode,
by mirroring His heartbeat, which we mime.
Ah, what’s there to do, as bliss beats renew,
a benign love burn to which we succumb,
simply following kundalini’s cue,
awakening heart by making mind numb?
It is in heart that pheromones mingle,
on attaining polarity balance,
when in stillness our eye becomes single,
finally making erect our soul’s stance.
Moment by moment, all moments entwined,
essence of presence is divine aligned.
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