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Inch by inch
We slowly winch
Gently steer
Towards love veer
Consciousness fulcrum
That mind body prism
Reflect the goodness
Of the That awareness
With minimal distortion
Even as bliss elation
Becomes our orientation
As a flow without cessation
Spacial emptiness
Magnetised in fullness
With the divine electricity
In unending continuity
Within
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The Self has no attribute
Last edited by Unseeking Seeker : 17-04-2020 at 10:09 AM.
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