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The Guru invisible
We behold his miracle
Silently at work within
As magnetism heightens
Secret pathways open
Awakenings bespoken
Ecstatic bliss tingling
Peaked rapture enlivening
In constant renewal
As a pulse continual
Imbibing the bliss burst
We now have no other thirst
It is a restless contentment
Simmering without abatement
A bubbling mirth
Of boundaryless girth
Love outpouring causeless
Of depths fathomless
Immersed in this beauteous dance
The Guru directs the esoteric seance
Regulating each subtle nuance
Appearing within all nodes at once
As a divine symphony of divine delight
Climaxing bliss from which we never alight
With mind vaporised we have no will
Having surrendered it all upon the anvil
It is the Guru then who does the rest
Acting from a pivot at Gods behest
Within form resident at the Guru chakra
A hidden zone between Ajna & Sahasrara
Yet this information at best quietens mind
The remnants of which we have left behind
Love Gods energy and infusion voluntary
We imbibe & assimilate it in ease sedentary
As we bubbling with bliss merrily go about
Knowing that without the Guru we are naught
We rest in stillness euphoric
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The Self has no attribute
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