Spiritual Sensuality

The Giver Would  rather the Giver be Painfully it is mirrored to Ask All too-many faceted Self emerged from self Attribute to the One, The Architect, and duplicity it's nature Getting lost Needing,  demanding.   Detachment, be the key The cosmic gave essence to experience This dimension, Metallic be the feel Vast with myriad of Passages How the soul yearns To consciousness emerge This  dark, dark world Full of secrets, Untold be the tales Self unto self converged, Convoluted, Introspected  Detachment from what thou didst possesth  Alignment, fluidity, liquidity, 

Eyes Blinked It was opened. Like a window. Eyes Blinked and then, a steering There was awareness of self An endless entity;  Encompassing Borne within and without self Let it be what it is. Being is forever taking salient form emerging ever  so slowly revering in what is, is not. I am who I am  A creation of light.