Melting, we are melting,
centered in between the feel
of all contraction and expansion;
sharing all we have become -
the moon, the stars, the sun,
when endless clouds begin to form
upon a vast horizon
to lend the grace of mist
and shadows' mystery.

E'en now, when autumn
has rescinded its regaling glory;
to tell a story - chill and icy in its theme;
yet still, within this ever-growing dream,
the warmth, the heat of all imagining
finds power in a movement
of the heartbeat of this earth,
that endlessly repeats itself
to heal the ills imposed by blind belief.

Snow blankets every living form
even as the spring is born,
within the peaceful moments found
before the life of fire's heat,
golden-orange, begins to dance on high;
knowing nothing of a will to die
but simply living spans that flame
within the heart of all desire.

For we are melting, melding
into more and more, a unity
that cannot be appeased
by any one soliloquy,
yet seeks to speak
of pure experience.

And then the angel enters in
to drink the nectar flowing, glowing
through this one eternity
that only mortal form
can bring to be . . .


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