To which image should we cling

Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing In all forms we see God’s presence appear” In timeless live network of intricate unassailable design, the latticed mind stratifies layer on layer, the incarnated spiritual strata of innate awareness align with perceptive sagacious patterns. Many existential elements gain transcendent access to the sanctum of the secret psychic recess at the fading fringes of joy and pain, as the fluid sense merges with the sea of absolute acuity. A reflective explorer ensnared, I search for the snippets of life, stuck to slices of eternity forgotten. With supreme strength of divinity, I get liberated from the labyrinth of the corporeal chasm. I’m immutable hymn of the sanctified soul, echo in the arena of awareness the devout mantra intoned in the temple of heart, resonates with sensual symphony of the sacred spirit. I’m the shared essence of the connected oneness, and surpassing self-seeking perimeter, I perceive the inimitable image of the creator, making my awakened soul feel I’m He, to whom I should cling.