Meet me up there on that plane
Where thoughts and feelings melt together in harmony
No pretension necessary
Just pure peace and joy
And love pours through our thirsty hearts
Mingling with the whole.
How I yearn to sense you up there
On that plane where flowers smile
Where their fragrance reminds me of millennia past
When we first embraced now embracing and will again and soon on that plane
If you'd just...
Meet me up there, oh it's not so hard
All you need is nothing, what you really need
Is follow your instincts, your deep-in-the-core-of-your-cells instincts
And you'll see a different form
Which is perfection -- The Absolute!
Which is You
Which is I
Which is God.
April 1996
thai ta
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