Mood and mode celebratory

We are alive and so we celebrate vibrancy of the now, that so renews, joyous feeling nodes within us gyrate, bliss becoming the flavour of our muse. Far cry is boredom, with each breath joy grows, such is innate uniqueness of our soul, witness consciousness always in repose, throbs with bliss magnetism sages extol. Just as we delight, watching the ocean or melding with sunsets soft scarlet glow, we savour taste of love’s magic potion, in time dissolved tranquil staid stillness slow. At the epicentre of bliss thunder, our presence is left awestruck in wonder.