The prismatic self

“let’s ink the void with soul’s emote ~ at peace within in God’s bliss boat” ~ quote by poet In heaven’s womb, during deep sleep, soul poised for a consciousness leap, shallow breath synced with God’s heartbeat, we fearlessly swim in the deep. Come the morn our heart is upbeat, enlivened by magnetic heat, being benedictions of grace, stardust collected from God’s feet. Staid stillness determines our pace, mood and mode release and embrace, mirroring the light of our soul, which illumines vastness of space. Love in love with love has no goal, save by melding making hearts whole, which then is the cause why we write, fulfilling thus our ordained role. To portray spiritual sight, as words dancing in black and white, penning a melodious verse, needs no less than spherical sight. There’s no cause for us to rehearse, soft musings of the universe, felt by heart, translated by mind, for the better or for the worse. With vibrations of God aligned, we are led by scent of love blind, an outpost to fulfil His will, hoping soul’s light each of us find.