Say it like it is

Dead of the night, when we should be asleep, we feel soma nectar drip through our throat and as refrain of bliss plays on our lips feeling God in each electron of space, as thought forms stall, we see our false self fall, being of course, benediction of grace, the breath of God that enlivens our form, reconnects our core essence with the source and as we are swept away in this storm, God speaks to us and childlike heart listens. Lines taken from the following sonnets ~ In the dead of night Joy ride So spake Simple Simon Absolute freedom A leaf falls God is a sphere Shaping destiny Show me God Benign bliss burn Anointed with bliss