Jammed frequencies
Overheated, noisy pain
Silently the spirit calls
Oh dearest one
The touch of your lips
On my brow
Such cooling balm
Where art thou my beloved
Spinning, spinning
Past where most are willing
Deeper still
The grasp of the world
So far behind
Sweet sacred temple
Profound intimacy
Nothing hidden
Healing
The known, alive
This is the home I remember
Dance the rhythm
Of Spirit's flame
Oh yes
Now I am home
Immersed in love
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