Ecstasy

When the pain labors in begging,

and the spirit is abused by ego stretching.

All wise words given not truly absorbed,

and the curriculum divine is distorted.

As pure lover, souls need to reach and apprehend,

all conditions of mental faculties have to descend.

The pre crafted ideal by pictures to get,

still blinded by attachments of righteousness yet.

Suspended uncertainty in advance as propagation,

circumstances to every cell in body relation.

The mental conscious negotiation,

need to cross the pounding waves in the ocean.

The boat if so by love refined,

the passage in ease within truth of mind.

This ecstasy taken by sail of certainty,

in all souls inherit with this quality.

Demands and manipulation to the spirit will,

creates ripples and multiplies in the purity of still.

The anatomy of the soul in which we grow,

has its tincture of individuality to know.

In our bodies we do forbear,

the gracious intelligence of every sphere.

With this awareness every breath is a prayer in the air,

where the conscious stimulus becomes the body in repair.