The throat chakra

In time dissolved silence we watch, vibrant, throbbing jugular notch, connecting head ovoid to heart, gifts of silence, we best not botch. All nodes entwine, none stand apart, since bliss has been added to cart, whence as we frolic in delight, each life breath is a work of art. Touched by spirit by day and night, embarking on a wingless flight, doing nothing, remaining still, one with God, we garner clear sight. Nectar flows, we drink to our fill, sounds of silence within us trill, brought forth by divine magnetism, graced thus when we surrender will.