Currents
Currents
River of Essence ascending through wheels of light passionately turning their vortices of subtle turbulence in a spiraling vigor stretching quietly from stem to crown. I as instrument of high holy endeavor sealed in threads of glory Never fearing to be lost, never ceasing to be found. A universe flowing in a streaming palette, a spectrum of vibrations unbound A being, a vessel of dynamic purpose even as its twisted from an emanation of original thought and sound. A mind of isolation finally dipping into grace A note Unborn breaking the silent veil of sentience into a melody whisper soft, an atmosphere that seamlessly surrounds. Sing to me of the soul most willing to vanish into Blending Oceanic.