Those Velvet Cufflings Poem by Robert Rittel

With greatest effort and determination playing with ambition,
when those sweet thoughts of  Í got that' makes a dessison.
As the self-sustaining ego forgets, while pluffing,
the indulgent melody of dreaming adapts to some script cutting.
Attachments are the pleasure dom and temple,
for a moment of eternal salvation.
Chained to the deities of karmic duties,
wind from other lives companienship become cufflings.
The key plays that echo of love refinement,
that the ego finds a happy retirement.
As long the holy pride not knowing the prize,
dessisions are made with no compromise.
The velvet attachment of adoration in glowing permanents,
cannot know that the cofflings are tied to old reference.
The marriage of eternal attraction plays a velvet blues,
the involution of senses tapping in its hues.
Blessings to the equality to natures law and grace,
that every life time one has a chance again to face.
The liberation by using the key of note in dreams like notions,
in a language what the soul understands by devotion.
If any so by love refined,
the heart will be closer to the mind.