to the morn
flowing in silence,
as soma nectar seeps
into each node of our form,
in delightful bliss tease of love,
as purring rapture transmutes us thus.
Essence of presence, looks on in wonder!
Feeling complete, with bliss replete, love greets
stirrings of thought, distilled at Gods feet,
each pore a door, to bliss in-pour,
no one here, to keep a score,
we become a bliss mist,
in joy that persists,
which so renews,
each hue new,