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Who Toiled While We Slept
Awaking from sleep in the still of night,
Distilled attention pure and receptive,
Bliss throb having attained zenith like height,
Our orientation meditative
Imbibes the elixir free of motive.
Doing nothing save simply allowing,
Presence devoid of resistance glowing,
Consciousness expanding spherically,
Magnetic resonance scintillating,
Blossoming thus unfolding magically.
13-October-2020
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Unseeking Seeker
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