Song of joy.

Light lances my being, releasing a song of joy.

I cannot understand.

It is the song of those who fly above echoes,

The song of soul sifted through skin.

 

Drink from the bowl of heaven’s grace.

Let your hair be wet with the generous rain of truth

Our breath is a golden knowing, like the first sight of dawn.

Our awakedness is a bright star calling the rays of the rising sun.

 

Lie in the dark earth and be embraced by warm light.

Let your heart leap like a puppy,

And your thoughts bind to the will of the one creator of all.

Like emerald water in the sand, let the thoughts of God enter your being.

 

Philosofree 2002-09-23