The hungry Ghost
The invocation of the spirit into the realm of life,
or the divine ministrant to sacrifice.
The fire that kindles the bestowing towards purity,
overcomes in time the power of illusion with certainty.
Eternal bliss between the worlds in grace of eloquence,
the hungry mind touched by this sense, seeks that relevants.
Wondrous motion disclosed by worldly desires,
attaching themselves to all ravishing fires.
All what smokes to inhale for the mental ghost to calm,
without the meaning of any harm.
The sharpest ill that one can endure,
reasons for the soul as living sense to cure.
The motions of the night observed by monthly ebb and tide,
making sense when false attraction destroys all might.
The mental instrument is in need of purity in tune,
to dispels all fears and uncertainty, diminishing the false longing to immune.
The soul from the body towards heavenly bliss has many different purposes as lift,
so great and magical are those tenacious gifts.
We feel the spirit fire within our veins,
and crying out loud to get whatever for the exulting strains.
Everything is provided as less or more,
for the immortal soul to refine all soar.