as we metamorphose

grazed by spirit, our form is magnetised we vividly sense our aura expand the stillness point within is realised soundless thunder mind cannot understand bliss rises from a centreless fulcrum each node the epicentre of this storm rapture renews gong of the cosmic drum our pristine presence chooses to conform a disc of light above our crown rotates the staff of power within stands erect between earth and heaven soul bilocates that with God’s mind we seamlessly connect is-ness of being-ness has a new name ~ tempest of delight, God alone can tame