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Aloneness in vibrancy
Bliss throbbing in constancy
We watch the play
Involuntarily sway
Thrill and wonder
As in ecstasy we shudder
With unbound delight
Through day & night
Sharing futile for we cannot translate
The rapture of bliss that our being elates
Yet if it resonates let us say we validate
That that has a thousand times been written
Are we, in the here & now, by love smitten?
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The Self has no attribute
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