Flowing from a mesmeric flute,
soothing chimes of melody
caress every cell of my being to a lullaby.
Like silver drizzles of sunlight
illuminating a willing landscape
to esoteric radiance,
every cell glows to a call
from the depth of stillness.
Dust returning to dust
to free the spirit from the hold of mortality
diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of
thoughtful mystery,
with new wings to migrate
to a land shut to mortals
blinded by illusions.
On the wings of the mystical whirlwind
I dance to the call of bliss
that escorts me to the
heart of its radiance.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Flowing from a mesmeric flute,
soothing chimes of melody
caress every cell of my being to a lullaby.
Like silver drizzles of sunlight
illuminating a willing landscape
to esoteric radiance,
every cell glows to a call
from the depth of stillness.
Dust returning to dust
to free the spirit from the hold of mortality
diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of
thoughtful mystery,
with new wings to migrate
to a land shut to mortals
blinded by illusions.
On the wings of the mystical whirlwind
I dance to the call of bliss
that escorts me to the
heart of its radiance.
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