Open Secret
it always is, a touch intimate
embraced, released, renewed
in a continuum of bliss sedate
delighting at myriad love hues
hollowed out form, magnetised
crucible of bubbling joy spacial
slow divine tease within realised
being to become a living miracle
truth known, through inner sight
to which, each alone is witness
electrifying form day and night
melding presence with oneness
28-January-2021
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