Transcendental peace
pristine peace absolutely still
is the bed upon which we sleep
feeling complete we rest our will
blissful in the motionless deep
poised in stillness we sense heart hum
in the void and also in form
strings of God’s harp by themselves strum
divine beat with which we conform
defying delineation
is our natural restful state
soundless song of bliss elation
around which all dream worlds rotate
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