The spirit, soul
;
being, whole
.
One seeing mind

open to find the divine inside

.

One, seeing mind;

to merge, emerge,

bestow and grow. 

Surrender to the ever-flow.


To sleep in deep, cut through me. 

Ocean of patterns, possibilities. 

Without a vessel, spirit consumes me;
to sit in this unity. 



Am I thinking, feeling, seeing?

Does reality flow through me? 

In intimate silence, mind wide:

duality.



I am quiet, true
.
Unseen
,
but I can’t hide 
these feelings

.

Are thoughts my own, when all things spring 

from a source that’s forever branching

onward into ignorance, 

whilst knowledge keeps advancing?

So I’m dancing in the action 

of solitude and truth romancing;

a fool who takes a chance to be

alone but Love is seeing me.


In endless conversation 
with vibration, I am free.

But I would shackle myself
;
cuff my hand to yours

to be known in this temporary moment
,
without knowing what’s in store.



To be adored... 

Drip with me in poetry,

and know the voice unknown,

amor.