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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Bliss

In the still, sacred space,
I feel the tread of angels,
the whisper of their wings,
their love, all-embracing.

My senses dim and fade,
my heart blooms in joy.
I lose myself in silence,
And wrap myself in bliss.

The light is all-dissolving,
love holds me in its thrall,
my soul lost in ecstasy,
Only bliss remains.