Its
sudden zeal, to dote for hours, alive with love. How to
outsoar,
to live a wave, to link with eternity? It’s a flute of
hearts,
a lute of souls, connecting a universe. At once, to
feel
life, soaring through an opus. It’s more than energy, a
claim
of spirit, an activity of intelligence. What for earth,
a
miniature flame, a welt of joys; and what for love, to
swelter
chi, a vehicle of fey? Our souls, to reverberate, to
speak
a language. It’s more than words, a mansion within,
to
rev an engine; where consciousness, flexes muscles, an
ecstatic
state. It’s a reflex, to call a nation, to dance a
frequency.
I love it carries particles, forces of life, as contagious
as
smallpox. I’m with you is felt, a warming sensation, ever
to
intensify. It eludes maya, a Vedic
sphere, as mystic as
Krishna.
It’s Aum magnified, a touch of Jesus, a chain
of gurus.
Forever
this world, Ezekiel’ locks, transported in Spirit. It’s
Isaiah’s
lips, and Jeremiah’s prose, justified by fey. I love it
carries
particles, fragmented souls, striving for solidarity. It lives
a
life, ever to command, surging through brilliant lights; and
we’re
here, fully intoxicated, connected brains and hearts.
