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path strewn with rose petals
We can soften attention when we like,
resting thought flow in tranquil stillness slow,
invoking grace that bliss rapture may spike,
leaving our presence vibrant and aglow.
Sensing strobes of bliss within form humming,
music of the spheres in each node strumming,
we dissolve in the flame, willing to burn,
that our soul ascends in mind-body urn.
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