slow motion awakening
Feeling our fontanel pulsate,
enlivened by the pulse of bliss,
there then remains nothing to do,
save in childlike delight to wait,
awestruck as polarities kiss,
betwixt light strobes that so renew.
There is nothing to be divined,
since we have become the bliss flame,
positioned outside space and time,
all nodes of form, divine aligned,
fulfilling in part, our soul’s aim,
as we thus do heavenward climb.
One with oneness, we are the flow,
that transmutes soul in stillness slow.
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