Path of bliss
Soma nectar within drips,
which eager, blissful heart sips,
each breath heightening rapture,
lower mind cannot capture.
No labels may be assigned,
for presence divine aligned,
that thus transmutes feeble form,
blown away in this bliss storm.
The play of God’s magnetism,
that ignites mind-body prism,
is attained solely by grace,
whence we see Him, face to face.
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