Revealed yet concealed
Our presence is given to play,
in motion sans thought commotion,
cradling bliss in this form of clay,
drop dancing atop the ocean,
as moon’s pull magnetic holds sway,
our heart sips love’s magic potion.
God’s gong of Om pervades our form,
as spirit dances on our spine,
that drenched in bliss mists cool and warm,
nodes within begin to align,
at peace in the midst of this storm,
in stillness becoming divine.
Poised just before our maiden flight ~
God’s touch says it will be alright
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