From my eyes to your heart 
space and time are torn apart 
into the void, the rose of life 
falls and merges into and becomes white 
echoes and silhouettes are what we are  
slowly twisting and spinning 
 
sacred knots strung together 
in a moment of eternity
the storm and the feather
the dancer and the dance 
begin to slowly come untethered
 
your sound and your face 
your heart and its embrace 
your wings and your feet 
all dipped in chocolate earth 
our lips and tongues surged to greet 
your *** and your innocence 
could not be separated by a single death and birth 
 
nowhere, only now 
signs of the eternal meeting point 
its here, there, anywhere 
pulsing with delight and purpose 
self reflective and formless 
like the morning sunlight 
it conceals and reveals 
such is the mystery of sight 
 
magic is consuming the inorganic  
Om Ah Hung 
sprinkled with cosmic dust, life awakens 
morning’s daily miracle 
arises from sleep’s rich fecundity