Transcendence

Movement of form in enigmatic space, measured against the sun gives birth to time, as heliotropic flowers seek grace, echoing in all hearts as bliss beat’s chime. It is said time and tide waits for no one, save those lovers lost in each others eyes, blurring boundaries as mind comes undone, paving way for bliss magnetism to rise. Memory records embrace and release, within the lifespan allotted to us, wherein mindful souls who flow on with ease, dissolve time itself, aboard God’s bliss bus. Time too is confined, to this realm dual, which we exit, if love be heart’s fuel.