Here we are and here we begin
in silence, going in within
Images bemuse, so we be still
feeling bliss tingle on our skin
Voids within form begin to fill
Nectar divine does overspill
We imbibe bliss by magnetism
shaped gently, upon the anvil
Head and heart meld in body prism
Vibrant is our sensorium
Our heart stirs in joyous caper
cleansed of ego residuum
Rubaiyat (interlocked)