Arise in me great Spirit, as
Sunrise in a dream,
Be a translucent hymn, the
journey of a stream.
Mystic as moonglow, midwife,
on a rosebud, beams.
Weave of me a silken web,
drenched in wisdom's gleam.
Whirl my heart to love's wind
in a dirt devil's dance
End my fears like falling stars
diffused in a glance
Turn my enthused mind, from
courting happenstance…
But abiding in deliberate ties
of faith, not of chance.
My soul invest to the dark
privy to inscaped stars
Intoxicated, with cosmic sight
the now-eternal hour
In emboldened vulnerability,
my will, seize and devour
So I, in primal synergy, fused,
hear creation's first murmur.
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