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Any time of the day or night
Hues of bliss may choose to delight
Flitting like a bee from chakra to chakra
We observe in silence from the Anahata
Cave in the heart a reservoir bottomless
Enigma of its magnetic pull fathomless
Ceasing questioning we flow in rapture
As boundaries blur bliss has no measure
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The Self has no attribute
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