On the Crest of a Wave

I'm wave-surfing on the crest of the waves of love, Philautia, philia, agape, storge, pragma, Above all, the divine love that comes from above, Which blazes me, with a warmth, warmer than magma...! On one side I feel cool calmness caress within, On the other side, I come across with power, Am I changed? Am I, like a fish, breathing with fin? A vigor and mighty force, on me, does shower...! A magnetic vigor pulls me from all around, It's, indeed, a heavenly celestial feeling, Have I, in a magical middle world, got drowned? In me is going on restorative healing...! I am out from the waves; the energy, yet, rules, Earthly and heavenly dynamism ever pools...!!!