Waves of bliss
and rain
we get met with
remembrance
of all the same

feelings,
like the wind
they permeate
the fabric
of all
we know

glimpse at the serenity
the time drops
of infinite
we've found a place
far from where
the angels reside

stillness in essence
on meaning in word,
the most powerful
capsule
of true nature

delicate soundwaves
of permanence
all that remains
is all that goes

to fight is to lose
and to surrender,
is to live

Grasping at
this essence
some magical
force
of purity

grant me access
to your infinite
wisdom
my source,
and friend

permit me entrance
a desperate collecting
and striving
for your vibrance

this painful
confrontation
with the face
of love

ripping it apart
a graceful
destruction
and fruit
of
surrender

A reach into transcendence,
a remembrance
of the mystical

some place
from long ago
that resonates
with the purest
fabric
of all that is

a trickling down,
and simplifying
of all that matters
and all that will
become

find this melody a delicate dance
of uncertainty
a gentle flow
of all the
amazing

find this flow,
the replicable code
that transmutes
structure

a deep dive into
depths
of oblivion
those in which
that give rise
to order

Reggae is supposed to drop a hint of wisdom,
something pure,
a truth

where is this touch,
where were you
when it vanished?

Keep it going,
these poets of wisdom

share what you find,
and bring life

give it to those in need,
and all who long

For what is it
that came before,
a word
spoken truer
than a thousand
suns

Where did it arise
a mystical simplicity
that evades
modern thought

a delving into the real
places of purity
and sense

He asked what the meaning
of life is
and she answered...

Love is all that matters,
Love is all that matters

Target set in motion,
a distant objective
of pure meaning

a mission,
an endeavor
of which completion
is vital

follow not those temptations,
the lustful draw
although they be sweet
their destination is flawed

emptiness,
ah, the vacancy
a spiritual vacuum
of temporary highs
then silence

follow it not,
their fragrant hands
of saffron and lavender
not even a little
for their flowers
will quickly
perish

go towards love,
towards God,
as he is Love

forget not your identity
and your mission
only the strong will continue
and the strong
are very
few

Watch them,
the gods of mortal life
giants
and guides
into proper survival

No interest in our world,
as theirs is different
from the magic
of ours

Carried off
by a magic tornado
of centripetal
energy

into a place we know not,
though one day will find

essences blended into one
a fundamental and holy dance
of all that is