The merging
The third eye, guru chakra and crown merge,
becoming as it were, a seamless whole,
a band of steel, from which bliss does emerge,
mirroring God’s light, which scriptures extol.
Bliss drips from third eye right down to the root,
completing this the grid that loops our form
and as all vertebrae in spine reboot,
the only doing we do is conform.
Totality of Self is now one node
and so in truth there remains no centre,
our heart’s acknowledgement to God an ode,
joyous beholding bliss horses canter.
There is nothing to say, much less to do ~
We become the flame as bliss beats renew
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