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Defying translation
Do we feel within spasms of delight
An involuntary shudder day & night
Manifesting as & where & when it likes
Felt unmistakably within as a bliss spike
No effort needed in tuning into the current
We simply be here present & unexpectant
Is-ness of being-ness here & now complete
Ineffable joy suffused with the elixir replete
We would if we could transmit to all this bliss
Being a loving & lingering & teasing caress
Yet our affirmation for others offers no solace
Each in aloneness must imbibe divine grace
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The Self has no attribute
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