Simple Touch

In the eye of making it in mind.
It is a simple touch, divine.
Of the age that is upon us.
So be nothing but honest.
‘Cause she lifts the soul that’s separate.
No hate. No hurt. No feeling desperate.

It’s the beautifully un-imagined dimension.
That peaceful, patient, pure intention.
And I’ll lock in every here & now.
A feeling, a check-point, a ‘knowing’ how.
Then the universe, it wants to dance!
And I did call upon this chance…
`Been a spiral spin through each one yet.
A push, a step, I won’t forget.
But I wonder what is coming next?
What my mind will manifest.
What sort of series of events,
Will this raw thought just have me sent?

Maybe a milking of emotions?
Surely sad talks and smart notions.
Big love, big sun, and big dance.
High skies, high times, and high trance.
A simple there and simple back.
Words that say this, but really mean that.
And I will pull back, I do retract.
‘Cause inside there’s nothing to distract,
My touch on divine;
My making it in mind.
The age that is upon us.
Be simple. Be honest.

❤

— S. Meyekah