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Dreamer dreaming many a storm
Not awaking to then but awaking from
Dreams within dreams all unreal
To bliss pulsating in joyous renewal
We are and we be
That ... in continuity
Merging Gunas to a singular point
In stillness the divine does grace anoint
The elixirous nectar of bliss
Spasms of rapture in an unending caress
We ask not how
We simply allow
What we imbibe
We cannot describe
Being a becoming
As bliss blossoming
Within
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The Self has no attribute
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