Mind Meld
Riding the astral plane;
joy is truly, all mine.
Epiphanies will come,
while my body, snoozes.
I meld with many souls;
at-one-ment is sacred.
Spiritual bliss,
Electricity
static, stimulates
souls on their journey;
a power recharge.
Ego releases,
opens up paths
to elation,
not discontent.
The soul soars,
mind will meld,
answers come;
Mesh with
God’s mind;
peace…
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017
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