Rapture unending
Surrounded by the mundane and inane,
we notice bliss magnetism yet hums on,
light of Self measures neither loss nor gain
and is with each breath, here and now reborn,
mirroring purified heart free from stain,
presence deeming each breath as a new dawn.
Gifts of nature do not discriminate
and likewise throb of bliss does not abate.
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