Feel of Reality

The feel of magic once again begins
to blend itself into the known of our reality;
redeemingly inviting death to up and take a hike
as we strike out for another chord of harmony,
seeding fields of ecstasy’s eternity
into a life, at first no more
than dreamlike qualities of sleep.

And so the future eases
seeds of dreams to grow again
even as we move through rainy days
of springtime glory oozing sensuality
right back into the atmosphere
we choose to live and breathe.

All in a concentrated effort to become
a totality refocusing itself -
somehow becoming all the unity
of ecstasy that it beholds
never giving or receiving, no,
yet alive within all love’s consistency.
Ever and always living the feel
of love's consistency made real.

Within a sense of true eternity,
beating and repeating rhythmically,
through these lives of endless time
that we’ve only just begun to know
as streams of loving energy
that feel themselves eternally
into reality . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/27/2001
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