Drifting into a sea of calm
We’re poised in the void, thus
Inner sound current hums a psalm
Magnetism glistens on our palm
To shifts within, we make no fuss
For we ride, God’s bliss bus
We feel soma nectar dripping
Hark, the soundless thunder
Rapture heightens, oh so gripping
Sins of heart, before God stripping
Naked, we behold in wonder
Bliss rise, from...
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