Woven web of blossoms
kaleidoscope of memories held
turned in direction of the now
we lose ourselves in the process
wonder and being inherent
as the I am seeks to learn.
The richest process
words moving in and taking shape
in the hold of our minds eternal bank
a voice of reason touches
from the earth where we all reside
spinning planet takes us
spiraling into our deepest dreams
no request not seen,
with eyes that gaze into the depths
surrendering the Ego to higher planes,
we drift in quiet solitude
repeating the words of the source
I am
and into the light
we fall.