expressing the inexpressible

Divine Mother Herself anoints our form, borne by magnetism ushering cool heat, wherein all our presence does is conform to divine bliss pulsations that repeat, each strobe unique, bending low at God’s feet. Are we the witness or the performer, we know not but love index gets warmer, as this sublime rapture begins to rise within this urn, a step-up transformer, beheld by presence in childlike surprise.