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Sipping wine and sitting still
The pulse of bliss heightens
We witness the nectar overspill
As the energy grid tightens
Friends & family & the scripture
None can come to our rescue
Recognising form as a caricature
We alone feel bliss ignition renew
The energy being love we do share
Shouting the truth from our rooftop
No echo returns for none does pair
Turbid thoughts of all at a gallop
Recognising the futility we yet outpour
Reflections of the fragrance divine
For having vaporised we keep no score
As with the pulse of ॐ we gently align
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The Self has no attribute
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