welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen,
To the soil I say hello
And to the wind - and the dry frost swirling -
I am weightless in sound energy - for in the air I blow
And scalding tears awaken me, my consciousness replanted,
like a spark within a deformed seed, cracked yet still enchanted.
Hear me heathens; here’s
An ode to all the sweet revelry; to laughter and my lover:
I bid a portrait of a heaven to believe in you and no other
Seeking the brightness to keep me alive
Singing a chora until the day we all die.
I've found the brilliance I sought to find
A permanence of grand harmony derived..
Remind me now of illness and goodness
colliding in duality
Beauty in totality.