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In the midst of outer din
Bliss heightens within
Lovers kiss
Divine caress
Our rapturous delight
Invisible in open sight
For none can feel
The blissful appeal
The soundless thunder
Transcendental wonder
Of explosive ignition within
In renewal again & again
We nurture this blissfulness
In our aloneness
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The Self has no attribute
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