What’s going on here
Self as spirit wishes to feel contrast,
flowing as magnetism, each breath reborn,
so recognising that the die is cast
as we’re being meditated upon,
strobes of bliss thunder usher a new dawn.
Instrumentalising our lower mind,
leaving all imagined knowing behind,
in timeless time when single is our eye,
we behold soul’s light to which we were blind,
whence in the vibrant void we wingless fly.
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