Calmly resurrecting self, continuing to reach heights set
automatically within intellect.
So-called reality cannot set me back, soaring everlastingly
into depths of heaven.
Surrounding self with angels and gardens of heaven, falling
to my knees daily.
Rewarding this soul with gifts of heavenly gardens, filling
senses with scents of ten-dimensional roses.
Nothing like them upon earth, enjoying these gifts from God,
Himself, humbly bowing to His great love.
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