Transmutation
We feel each cell of form burn,
as the way we choose to learn,
transmuted by God’s bliss flame,
no power on earth can tame.
Consumed thus from inside out,
this truth from rooftops we shout
but this knowing beyond mind,
is grasped not by the herd blind.
It’s somewhat like possession,
with each breath, a new session,
as bliss magnetism transforms
our soul in these benign storms.
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