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Awaking from sleep
We imagine as deep
How awake are we
In our entrée
Way past dawn
We stretch & yawn
Not in awareness
But in stuporousness
We are oblivious to
The pulse that renews
Ignites & delights
In the Sushumna bright
Cave within our heart
Where bliss ignition starts
Veiled
By our aura stained
Yet if we do choose
Without excuse
With identity forsaken
Our awareness is unbroken
The continuum timeless
Each pulse priceless
Aliveness in each sensation
Magnetic ॐ reverberation
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The Self has no attribute
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