Say it like it is
From a centreless fulcrum,
sounds gong of the cosmic drum,
rising from deep down under,
beheld in childlike wonder.
As polarities entwine,
all nodes within form align,
to the throb of magnetism,
igniting mind-body prism.
Tip of nose tingles, eyes glow,
spine vibrates in stillness slow,
jugular notch hums a tune,
feeling which, in joy we swoon.
To soul’s whispers we listen;
soles of feet and palms glisten
and as heart adds love to cart,
we feel bliss ignition start.
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