felinae.

open to the energies, the senses we forgot;

 socialized and molded to be something that we're not.

 obsessed with tainted wanting with a drive that runs us mad, 

and clinging to affections and attachment to the fad. 

the past already dawning with a rush of fading light, 

sizzling to memory in vivid-coloured night. 

feral air pulls in instead, with gentle coiling grace,

 harmonic spirit essence drawing far from time and space.

 lifting into resonance as patience writes the code,

 away from superficial to the golden river-road. 

perspective shining in the eyes in truth and wholly rife, 

a glance, a word, sensation with the breath of binding life.

Author's Note

feeling something..