Scent of bliss
Slipping into the bardo whilst awake,
attention softened, simply looking on,
free from thought clutter, thus nothing at stake,
fragrance of sandalwood, the mist we don,
soothing, humming magnetism ushers dawn.
As rainbow’s hues are refracted in form,
soul remains poised, centred in love’s bliss storm.
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