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Closing ears we do cognise
A distinct soundless thunder
Inner sound current surprise
An innate unceasing wonder
A subtle background sound
Of crickets softly chirping
In the background resound
As of forest at night sleeping
Divine nectar as it outpours
Upon arriving at heart spacial
Unstruck sound as ॐ roars
An unending divine miracle
Magnetic pulse has its say
Manifesting rapturous bliss
In spasms of delight we sway
Transfixed in the divine caress
Recognition of all as vibration
The very source of existence
We choose pulse of resonation
As of measure of our innocence
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The Self has no attribute
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