The aura -dream,
With spiritual glimpse
Bedecks the mundane devotee.
And creates the meditative oblivion.
Gone are the memories,
With mind's transmission,
Rises from within,
The self revelatory vision,
Where the habitual traveler,
Is off from, burden of years.
Mind with five senses,
Dip in utter silences,
And the occult omnipotent rises.
The aquarium's fish is set free,
In ocean of oceans blue deep,
A feeling, with no pains and healing ,
Floods the plasma -deluge.
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