Joy ride

We feel soma nectar drip through our throat, in slow motion, delighting and pleasing, sound of one hand clapping, in our heart’s moat, where rapture borne by bliss is unceasing. The energy grid that loops feeble form, entwines polarities dancing within and as we’re swept away in this bliss storm, with each breath, we feel ignition begin. Under the facade of mental concepts, we see in clear sight, light of our Self bright, as we adapt to wisdom of adepts, consumed by God’s flame, by day and by night. Nothing need be done, nothing need be planned, as we are being by bliss mists suntanned.