Transmutation
Soma nectar drips through energy pathways,
both along the spine and over front of form,
enlivened by hum of bliss that always stays,
engulfing us from head to toe in love’s storm.
Our feeble organic form is but an urn,
which we ensoul, choosing to willingly burn,
that whilst pulsating with boundless bliss delight,
we behold our true presence, God’s living light.
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