Burning yearning

Our soul invoked a divine scent, the wafting breeze, it came and went, renewing at will, love’s bliss tease, which when faded, made heart lament. We wish this rapture does not cease but angels dance as they do please, caging us in the after-burn, longing from which there’s no release. Here now within mind-body urn, toroidal currents make nodes churn and as pheromones so mingle, touch of grace is the boon we earn. Oh hermit, making eye single, each cell of form feels this tingle, fragrance of fairies, here on earth, as God and soul, so commingle. If this magnetism we’d unearth, each breath must usher soul’s rebirth, free from fetters of lower mind, whence heaven reveals our true worth. One with oneness, loving and kind, with divine pulsations aligned, doing nothing, save being still, one day this secret we shall find.