It’s a secret
Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder,
which manifests rapturous zest and zeal,
caused by divine sublime silent thunder,
rising from a fulcrum deep down under
but no one in my vicinity knows,
how my soul’s aura magically grows,
being a secret I hold in my heart,
as also is soma nectar that flows,
breath by breath thus as I add love to cart.
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