FOCUS: Stillness
Beloved,
The way Your presence invokes such hysteria
Panicked souls like moths to the Light
Drawn beyond thought or will
Franticly seeking release or relief
Instinctual
Primordial
Undefinable
You, unmoved as we bat up against You
Obscene in contradiction
Glorified by Your own Beauty
Purity
Stillness
Immensity
I, one of the unhinged
For my madness is all I have of You
This stirring of my soul my only confirmation
That I am Yours
Wildly I fly
Colliding at times
Oblivious and turbulent
Naive
Vulnerable
Humbled
Released from the world and my mind
Existing only in Your Bliss
And the Joy of this Love-drunk heart
For I am a slave to Your rhythm
And so, Forever Free
You are the Breath Of Life.
by Siren

Amen Amen Amen!.
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