We are meant to be
innocent and free
as the movement of the wind
upon eternal tides of spirit sighing
while hearts beat steady, strong
within this cosmic song
of sound's ethereal vibration

Higher yet, and more intense
allow yourself to sense
as the scent of incense
soothes the troubled soul

Seek and you shall find
this fantasy is sheer reality
while pain becomes the birth
of earth herself
and death a mere illusion
of the mind.

?Michaelette?