In a room where sunlight dances, she sits,
Lost in thought, a candelabra splits.
Chanting softly, the Name so divine,
In its echo, her thoughts align.
Amidst the chaos of a morning bright,
She finds her anchor in the light.
Mindfulness her cherished state,
With the blessed Name, she contemplates.
Her world anew, vivid and clear,
In every moment, the divine near.
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