Moving on the edge of time:
Dancing in my spirit,
Grace is invoked.
Deep, deep as in the intensity
Of a primal landscape,
I feel all creatures in my flesh
While the glow of my soul –
Laser white in aspiration –
Hews the path through the dense environs.
For the consecration has taken place.
The air is full of concentration.
Gratitude reigns.
Making it of a dream,
Making it of a memory,
The fantastic magic is reality.
Abundant splendor blossoms in the
Lotus jungle.
Beyond all,
The scent intoxicates my very body,
As my soul sways towards an entrancing
Union with the Divine.