Celestial being that art thou,
ineffable yet existent,
emptiness finds expression in thou

A peacock feather glance,
ripe with desires burning
flames of emotions

Heaviness of the breath flowing,
seeming perpetual,
propelled by passions

Tender slices of moisty moments,
waiting to engulf,
erasing space, ceasing time

Heavenly angels of highest bliss,
soothing my entire self
melting my soul

Nothingness that sources totality,
where hollow forms a whole,
a true strength to be revered

Origin of creation, pinnacle of pleasures,
longing to be filled and
that then permeates the world

Glory to thy divine self
Glory to a manifestation
that art thou…

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