Feel
joy rise,
in slow tease,
bliss magnetism
enriched by perfume,
witnessed by sound current,
in rhythmic dance beauteous,
symphony of heightened delight,
with sporadic visions of white light,
wholeness beyond measure, self existent.
Although we seek not to speak in riddles,
the paintbrush of words cannot capture
throbs of bliss with fragrance melded,
transmuting what we call self,
shifting closer to God
in our cognition,
without effort,
receiving
divine
grace.
02-March-2021...
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