He Says It True He Says It Correct
He says it true. He says it correct.
Many words we choose at the level of intellect.
Intelligence I once thought came through
burning brain distraught.
Now I choose a fire of guided energy.
Not one that continued to burn me.
I blaze up in diligent power.
My flame rises and bathes all in a shower.
A union of heat in creation and destruction.
I am expansive in charged motion.
Stillness and change are hand in hand...
This is the marriage of souls in our land.
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