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Spirit Kiss

Upon the Light continuum
that pierces time and space,
I sail the sea of purest thought
to any given place.

I fashion form to fit my need,
yet need no form at all
to draw in time the end I seek
or gently let it fall.

I've no attachments holding me
in deeper densities,
though some creations I prefer
and show propensity:

I thrill the touch of open minds
inspired to scripture sense;
a shared remembrance--spirit kiss--
of fiery eloquence.

Aggression won't seduce my touch;
Surrender finds my sway.
Creation makes another pass...
I softly slip away.

Written by Robert Walmsley 1999