We confess
From each node of form emanates divine bliss,
being of course benediction of God’s grace,
love’s heavenly caress, Divine Mother’s kiss,
rapture sublime, holding us in close embrace.
Our formless soul plunges into the abyss,
wherein of wayward ego remains no trace,
leaving pristine presence alone as the flame,
now affirmed as claim to fame, in life’s end game.
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