In the flower valley encircled by profuse woods
A presence is intensively felt,
Instilling its irenic susurrus
In the oily sparks that light up the brilliant tints,
In the rivulets which moisture this viridescent sight.
The most extravagant polymath
With unseen fingers
Amalgamates pigments with Spirit
Delicate buds with tropical birds,
And keen intelligence with multi dimensional sounds.
In awe I had fallen with him,
It's the same one who mends vows in words,
Whisking the energy waves of blue tourmaline,
Planting inside of all it imagines and manifests,
A seed as its premier landmark,
An axis mundi,
The everlasting spiral of Love.
Topic(s) of this poem: love, metaphysical, nature, spirit
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