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Divine grace
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Oft as we sit in silence & stillness, being an ever present orientation, attention poised and yet unexpectant, with both thoughts as well as memory imagery induced anticipation rested, we cognise the soma nectar moving through unknown energy pathways, akin to the movement of an ant, bringing to life dormant nodes, awakening them from their age old slumber, whereupon as a collective whole, a divine magnetic symphony teleports our consciousness into ineffable rapture of ecstatic bliss exploding within in unending renewal. Words fail us.
Soma nectar drips
Enlivening mind-body
Ecstasy unbound
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The Self has no attribute
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