As the throb of bliss enlivens our form,
ensconced in ecstatic currents warm,
thought rested awareness aflame,
magnetism assigned no name,
joyous pristine presence,
love entwined parlance,
feels thus complete,
bliss replete,
one with
soul.
We
are still,
yet vibrant,
in heightened joy,
our embrace not coy
as we plunge in, within,
into cave of heart, singing
devoid of thought interference,
having kindled flame of innocence,
bliss boon bestowed bubbling in permanence.
Etheree