Feeling with the Self

When we are true, we congrue,
with whole of us, we construe,
all of the real-possible-impossible,
The infinite grace we ensue,

This dream just flew, inside the self, a hue,
Within the crew, of high-of the high, a clue,
It just drew, us in anew,
We have its true, within the dew-
of the Self that we affew,
We feel with the Self, in adue,
The Infinite grace we ensue,
The Infinite grace we ensue…

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