Love's Sacred Essence
I speak here and there. I was debating on a poem today, but I didn't know what the subject was. I've just been here off and on, and I'm just here.
We are just pretty much free flowing because we were celebrating D-Day's birthday, and we had some poems and some music and some singing. Echo played and Juan played. Oh, yeah.
I was here when they were here. Yeah. I didn't miss much.
I just want to say hi to Steve down there and Perez and Farm Boy who came in and Patriot Sarah and Flaud and Richard. I see you. I see you guys.
Happy Sunday. Grab the mic if you wish. So, Wizard, do you have a poem you want to perform? Yeah.
Okay. I'm old. I got to get closer to the screen.
Okay. Let's see. In the shimmering veils of sparkling void, a feral mist twists and turns from abyssal deeps.
Form awakens with a silken sigh from nothingness, and material intentions flicker. Kindly, cosmic leaps. Perceptions and... Sorry.
The washer just went crazy for some reason. I hope y'all didn't hear that, but anyway. Okay.
Perception's individual witness gleams like fractured light. I'm blinking through the velvet hush of infinite night. Shadows waltz with radiant gleams and fevered flight.
Ancient echoes hum and thrum through starlight tides. The divine mind... Just stirs, vast and alive with fire, weaving the heart's luminous score in threads of desire. Each pulse, a resonating drum of golden, fervent ire.
Binding souls in the flowing stream of eternal choir. Every beat rises as a prayer, scented with stardust grace. Soaring through nebulae where whispers softly trace.
In this mystical weave of boundless breathing space, love's sacred essence pulses, an endless warm embrace. Thank you. Thank you, Lizard.
