The Assembly
Together we stood inside the outdoor gazebo
chanting our oms like precious children that we were
Mingling our minds, color smidgens of pure bliss
with a splash of wind , we lost concrete;
Monks and Monkesses of Deity, four to be exact
flying over earthly number, we were invisible
who knew...
Spirals of vibrations, a sound outside a sound
radial clearances from angels who ensconce
as we assembled to resemble, first together
then apart, ...we reassembled once again
beneath the outdoor gazebo where the soul
with seperable existence made us many,
made us one...
June 10, 2020
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