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My mood was rhapsodic

And suffuse with spiritual love

A matrix of redolent being

Centered in my inner self grace

Exuding light and love throughout the human race.

In tranquility I hear the susurration in my ear

Beckoning me to reach for the zenith

Of conscious borne and created mindset

Enticing me to face my greatest tests

Leaving behind all traces of any of my anger

That grew out of loss and pain

But here I stand rejuvenated again

High upon spiritual enlightened plains.