Meditative eyes
enliven heart’s sighs,
seeking to embrace,
outpourings of grace.
When heart lotus blooms,
rapture within zooms,
as we so become,
one with love’s bliss hum.
Before heaven’s gate,
what is our blink rate,
in the heart of God;
sight that leaves us awed?
Love and light fills form,
birthing a bliss storm,
within body urn,
where in joy we burn.
Having been, so known,
this sight to us shown
no wonder...
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