Music flows as silver rivers
From the fermenting soul, form created
By the unconscious, magical, wonderful fire,
Deeply trained unto itself,
Like the jeweled, divine, Fountain of Life,
The tree of being, the absolute soul
Of universal existence, the grand joy
Of awareness, the pulse issuing from God`s heart-beat.
The sweet butterfly,
Depending on beauty,
Swoops its wings in changing moods,
Along the light-changing photons progressively moving,
Up to its landing on your gentle lapel.