Feeling, not thinking, awareness unblinking,
imagining God as the cosmic gong Om,
in tranquil silence, our head with heart linking,
we are in bliss mists drenched, wherever we roam,
emotes in praise of God, in the void inking,
at peace in our heart’s cave, which is our true home.
Silent bliss thunder rises from deep under,
imbibed by our presence in childlike...
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