From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core,
transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies,
reflected back to soul, for an encore,
which obliges us since love keeps no score.
Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen,
requires us not to count from one to ten,
for music of spheres that flows by itself,
elates and levitates heart,...
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