Zen mode
in the still of the night, we’re awoken
by Divine Mother, Whose touch bestows bliss
Her words are in gentle love mists spoken
in a magnetically charged abyss
where our polarities entwine and kiss
bliss throbbing at Bindu, third eye and crown
rapture beyond measure, in which we drown
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