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
Laser white in aspiration –
Hews the path through the dense environs.
For the consecration has taken place.
The air is full of concentration.
Making it of a dream,
Making it of a memory,
The fantastic magic is reality.
Abundant splendor blossoms in the
The scent intoxicates my very body,
As my soul sways towards an entrancing
Union with the Divine.