So spake simple Simon

Discontent with enablements bestowed,
the earth bound entity sought boons from God
but attainments became a heavy load,
ego always by greener pastures awed.

Before emission, arises intent,
so that is where oh hermit, where we dwell,
doing nothing, granting bliss beats consent,
in the sanctum of heart, where all is well.

Employing power of bilocation,
both in the void and in the universe,
we savour sensation in cessation,
dancing without any need to rehearse.

Silence our mantra, which we hold on to,
at peace within, feeling bliss beats renew.
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