The beam came gently, in the tender night, Pulling out my Self, with all it’s magnetic might. Resisting the haul, it managed me to sway, Carrying to a place, brimming with enchanted light. Defying myself, without moving away, Awestruck, I stood amidst resplendent hay! Was it ElDorado? The land of gold? For, yellow sheen was all over the way! A river of gold, as in stories I was told! Shimmering and rippling, through the mountain fold! Breeze blew, swaying flowers with golden hue! What a glorious sight, it was to behold! Mesmerised I stood perceiving, as time flew. My Master emerged, through lustre fresh as dew! Emanating peace, radiating love, granting grace. The beam had pulled me to paradise, now I knew!

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