Expert witness of persuasion,
She calls my name into the night,
Lovingly begging for
The soothing touch of remembrance.

She adorns the sky with every breath,
She is the love,
She is the air,
She is the self of mystical revelation.

She speaks out with ultimate passion,
The voice of heaven,
whispering softly,
All answers are right before your eyes.

In the sweetness of the moment that can never be defined,
It will grow until you are enclosed within its ecstacy,
Grasping, slowly,
For any indication from the forces above.

When stillness hits,
The pressure tends to build,
The sparks of derision will shower the soul,
Pushing beyond the walls of its grandest desires,
Into the realm of consciousness,
Into the all-knowing space,
Where truth is just a concept of its own playful creation.

In choosing to pursue
The ultimate reality,
Beware!
The shackles of perception,
Do not loosen without struggle
and Are not freed before a fight.

But!
When all has collapsed,
And pure being is all that remains,
The naked soul cries out for help,
How can this be?!
And slowly,
a new reality is born.

The self re-identifies,
It senses what is true,
The realm of personality dies a certain kind of death,
Leaving behind an essence,
Of simply being
Of All that is,
Into the night of eternal dimension.

So lift your face upon the earth,
Seek the reality of it all,
Timeless in fashion,
Motionless in being,
Forever it is,
Forever it will be.

Let the unknown pervade
and Experience the majesty of grand universal desire.
The truth is in surrender
and emerges in the light.