no proof offered
It has come to this that there’s nothing save bliss,
with divine magnetism humming day and night,
compelling us to plunge into the abyss,
wherein we see our true self as living light,
in time dissolved peace where nothing is amiss,
the afterglow making our auric field bright.
We share this truth readily with one and all,
although we cannot prove these sights we recall.
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