Say it like it is

When Holy Spirit pervades feeble form, what happens is this, we’re suffused with bliss, attention transfixed in this benign storm, blessings bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss. Rapture releases ego’s to do list, we abide in awareness self-aware, engulfed completely in this divine mist, having chosen with pulse of love to pair. From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise, the gong of Om resounds in body urn, gripping our presence in childlike surprise, as we become the flame, that does so burn. Thought rested meditation thus attained, liberates soul, now from desires unchained.