Say that again
Cataloging moments when grazed by bliss,
with gratitude we acknowledge God’s grace,
warm tenderness of Divine Mother’s kiss,
as we’re held in Her arms in warm embrace.
Unending is rapture by heart imbibed,
subtle magnetism transforming our form,
in a manner that cannot be described,
though we’re the epicentre of this storm.
Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
betray the magic on display within,
renewing pulsations by day and night,
exhuming ego and erasing sin.
Such are the verses our soul composes,
walking the bliss-path that’s strewn with roses.
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