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Transcendence
Recognising thought and senses as veils,
to exit this maze where dream forms amaze,
we enter staid silence whence presence sails,
in the vast void, invoking grace that stays,
pastures of bliss, upon which we then graze.
Bliss too transforms as peace beyond space-time,
where we as living light, heavenward climb.
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