Transmutation
As both divine magnetism and feeble form,
with fulcrum of consciousness poised in the void,
we transmit each nuance felt in the bliss storm,
to Self dwelling in heart, pure and unalloyed.
The soft, subtle, soothing hum of bliss invades
all cells within, transformed by God’s touch that aids
this beauteous metamorphosis of soul,
fulfilling the purpose of our earth life role.
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