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Presence of form
In bliss currents warm
Yet signal a defect
We never did suspect
As attachment
Latent discontentment
Unfulfilled desire or fear
Blocking God to draw near
To bliss we are sentient
Yet Samadhi intermittent
Flickering awareness
Glimpsing oneness
Not the final assimilation
Of our meditation
So we rest and just be
Nestled in blissful serenity
Being empty within
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The Self has no attribute
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