Piercing the veil
Sans thought who are we
as identity,
whence free from fear chains
no ego remains?
That which never was
dies in the thought pause,
wherein soul’s reborn,
ushering truth’s dawn.
What’s there to be said
when bliss beats are bred?
Pheromones mingle
and our eye’s single.
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