Spontaneous eruptions

flow from an inner

state of calm.

This is apparent,

we know it is divine.

Inspiration feeds those

whose pulse is pure.

Our beat is loud,

it penetrates the

birth of sound,

a vibration of sensation

that echoes clear.

True in your veins of belief,

we all have an inner side,

gather your rich and stray

from the entanglement

of poverty’s ditch.

My soul would not be crying

if I could do this all alone.

I know that Your shelter

provides much,

a healing warmth.

This Divine Nectar

is intoxicating,

transpired through balance,

your ultimate sheen.

Every energetic mode

can relate to my sea of nature,

its primordial means.

The precise balance of

every angle channeled,

the breath of life that

flows through all that is

stagnant and strangled.