Do we not wake up each morn,
refreshed, energised, reborn,
magnetism suffusing form,
touch tender, loving and warm?
Sans thought, soul presence in heart,
feels therein love’s bliss hum start,
divine refrain, free from strain,
boons bestowed, which we ingrain.
Though we’re awake, senses rest
and as nodes jostle in jest,
the sound of one hand clapping
is heard, while we are napping.
With no earthy goals...
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