the vaporised self
hands dipped in ethereal vermilion
we allow the bliss tingle to rise
all sensations dissolve in our heart
‘tis where the false ego too dies
sans identity we yet remain aglow
as formless awareness self-aware
we see that we were in our own way
but to plunge in the void, very few dare
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