14-12-2021, 09:11 AM
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Master
Join Date: Sep 2018
Location: Delhi, India
Posts: 11,062
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An open secret
What words are apt, to transfer emotion
Where lies the fulcrum of throbbing vibrance
What makes cessation, lead to elation
Which hue of dusk, triggers its remembrance
Soft brilliant hues of spiritual light
Invisible flickers in space are known
Ignition renewal through day and night
Rapture beyond measure, we alone own
Pranic pathways within, coming alive
Wisdom downloads and a ride in the void
Nodes within form, to music divine jive
Our thought rested awareness, by love buoyed
Such open secrets, hidden in plain sight
Teleports our heart to boundless delight
Sonnet
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The Self has no attribute
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