I choose no intruder to awaken my knowledge. No vagabond dreamer to enlighten my soul. No genious to ponder over, for its own sake.
I ask for not a knock on my head to crack open the understanding of light that flows endlessly. Like a river its pathways moving through the tunnels of my delicate brain waves.
Do not speak upon my likely surrender. When at a moments notice I am helpless to heal. My devotion to unpending glimpses, into an eternal bliss of my being, can anyone understand?
Without body or mind, the soul is deeply enriched with bliss. It knows that one can play out in forgiveness for so many blunders. Yet surprise me only if you can. I will rise above all that is kindredand see the aura of the self as a circle of continuous energy spinning into eternity.