Say it like it is

Akin to the void centred everywhere, bliss magnetism fills us from head to toe, as our formless awareness self-aware, sets sails in the boat God Himself does row. Pristine presence delights as bliss beats peak, exhuming the false from mind-body urn and in the stream of love, we dip our beak, becoming the flame by choosing to burn. All that that is transient, holds no appeal, for now our aura radiates God’s light, in the glow of which, our karmic wounds heal, as bliss pulsates within, by day and night. Breath by breath thus, as delusion’s destroyed, a million suns ignite our head ovoid.