Alone

Are we so alone in time? We always think alone Whenever there is a presence: Within this bright core That enveloped That re-developed Displayed by a plethora of colors; To hear and perceive I Am; To be Real though sensitive: To be All-That-Is; It elates and thrills though we be alone. There is but One mystery That enchants the heart Making the Mind wise Existing as we once were Like fallen snowflakes... Like the sensation of a soft feather Alone in another Reality... In flight like a butterfly I am alone.