The Phoenix rises
A soft, subtle, silent breeze of bliss blows,
enlivening nodes, eager to imbibe
elixir so sublime, heart alone knows,
delighting seeing the Phoenix revive.
Moment by moment, all moments entwined,
we watch how bliss ignition does renew,
as rapture peaks, our soul divine aligned,
in surrender feeling blessings accrue.
A bliss blob is implanted at our crown,
which we may take to be the hand of God,
wherefrom stream of love flows, in which we drown,
our presence by this epiphany awed.
If we be still, voids within us will fill,
making easy our soul’s ascent uphill.
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