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Feeling of Bliss !

When lids descend, a universe unfurls, Beyond the grasp of earthly, mortal worlds. No earthly map, no charted, starry track, But boundless space where silent wonders stack.

My consciousness, a vessel light and free, Embarks on voyages eternally. Through cosmic dust, a vibrant energy streams, A symphony of atoms, living dreams.

Each tiny mote, a pulsing, vibrant heart, A dance of life, a brand new, cosmic start. I feel the hum, a resonance profound, Where every particle with spirit's grace is crowned.

No longer bound by flesh, by form, by name, I bathe within a universal flame. A sense of oneness, vast and all-embracing, Where separation melts, and time is chasing

Its tail in loops of pure and endless now. A gentle presence, whispering a vow Of peace and solace, deeper than the sea, A feeling of divinity embracing me.

And as the veil of earthly sight is gone, I sense the presence of the angel dawn. Their luminous forms, a whisper in the air, A silent chorus of celestial prayer.

No need for wings, no need for hurried flight, I float within this radiant, pure light. A timeless haven, where all worries cease, A state of being, absolute and peace.

The pull to stay, a whisper soft and low, To linger here, where only wonders grow. This inner realm, a sanctuary so deep, Where earthly burdens gently fall asleep.

My heart expands, a universe within, No urge to wake, no need to now begin The tasks of day, the world's demanding call, Lost in the bliss that holds me in its thrall.

For in this space, where senses gently fade, A truth unfolds, divinely made. And in that stillness, absolute and bright, I taste the essence of eternal light

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