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PEARLS PRESENCE
With just the perfect tinge Of faint faded remembrance Of heavenless dreams
In the perfect tinge
No suffering is felt or remembered
Yet, in the perfect tinge
You know enough of what it’s like
To feel separate
That you, with immense reverence, feel the bliss core Of ineffable worship
So, so, so ecstatic to be forever redeemed From separation’s fantasy
Forever
We see
Heaven is not a place we go to
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