I
trek a notion, a fuller version, reaching for horizons. It’s
not
for words, but rich a grain, to master words. Such a
force,
a lock of nectar, a form of physics; for Aum is
channels,
a striking flame, traveling a heart-cave. It’s
new
a light, a daughter’s voice, wincing from chills. I’m
sore
aware, for streaming grays, to search out for cause.
How
to vet, and how to touch, a torch of persons? It’s
deep
a challenge, an in between, as beige as unseen. I
fond
her hurting, floored in time, wrestling for freedom.
We
spoke of rules, for subtle chains, dying in fragments.
Lights
were foggy, from soot to smaze, feeling for
promise.
We ventured tours, exotic lands, sharing kindness.
I
trudge a slope, an inner flame, drumming through shadows.
Such
is volume, an inner fount, pouring through infinity.
It’s
flushed with chi, for chasing waves, to flash through
sparks.
We sit to pause, a fuse a second, as active as particles.
I
see it more, a mirror speaking, chanting syllables. It’s
often
rapture, a thread of hearts, to thrum through psyches.
