Streets of solitude

let’s say it like it is no one else can feel zing of bliss magnetism that imparts zest and zeal alone in midst of many we share but none can pair rapture within that rises of consciousness self-aware life as impulsed unfolds we play our role as ordained yet from fears and desires soul’s been long since unchained we see through subterfuge with a kindly eye within each form we see God’s presence draw nigh vibrant in aloneness as we are breathed day and night boundaries blur, clear light dawns betwixt bliss beat’s delight both immanent and transcendent encased in feeble form how may we delineate our heart’s toroidal storm