Testimony

We live life as monks, mystic in our study, saturated with

love. We face obstacles, tears pleading to fall, ever

converted in love. Silence becomes virtue, where Gregorian

chants, pierce consciousness. I love you means more and

more, forest to forest. I’m found counting trees, uttering love,

essential is His study. It’s an ark of mind, molded through

struggle, featured in cryptic hearts. I met a lady, so far

aflame, reaching towards a wound. It can’t be quenched,

a beaming light, ever athirst for love. Unmask our

Sanity, an eternal music, a life-giving infusion. We mourn

for such love, reciting verse, a fugitive in our own souls.

Impart a force. Surge through craving minds. Vocalize

peace from heart to heart. We ask, filled with awe, hungry

for vatic meadows. So rinse us in compassion, bulb to bulb,

sorely intoxicated; for reach is evermore, where touch

pauses earth.