Ohm
Our thoughts are still, surrendered to Gods will
The void our home, where resounds the gong Ohm
We dance with joy, shaped upon the anvil
Our thoughts are still, surrendered to Gods will
Bliss voids fills, divine nectar overspills
Readily admit, God search syndrome
Our thoughts are still, surrendered to Gods will
The void our home, where resounds the gong Ohm
05-July-2021
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