May Spirit

May opens its loving arms Flowers like hyacinth, marsh marigold grow on fields while grain grows on farms The cool breeze in face of intense heath one’s visage charms The bee colony above may flowers swarms The subtle leaves of amber color willow has boughs that are ramifying Above the fields majestic eagle is flying Man and women their love are vowing Nightingale on the perch is resting The snake in the abyss of knowledge eats his own tail Infinity isn’t everything but connection versus not is a different tale That physical act like two hearts or souls becoming one true power wills unveil Beyond abstract leading back to abstract where eye meets the spectrum like endless ocean it will sail Where I think therefore I’m can be taken literally And that position blossoms like a flower with all its majesty and mystery Like nightingales sweet melody sang by soul of all mighty In the state of being conscious but dreamy