Holy Spirit
when Holy Spirit pervades form
there rises within, a magnetic storm
rapture of which nothing may be said
save we are being to heaven by God led
as a benign bliss burn slowly exhumes ego
vibrancy of our presence begins to grow
we are in time, consumed by the flame
transformed thus in life’s end game
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