the soar and the glide

when fixation presents 

in a transformation,

as beautiful,

as elixirs that fume,

as the, 'as above, so below', 

what have the hands of gods done

that now stroke the strings

of purring into a melodious time?

for the crest-fall of frigid 

only comes forth to melt,

when space reveals 

additional dimensions of presence,

where occupancy now reweaves

into the textures of smooth and immerse,

where hum has embraced overtures presenting

and feel has kinships of passion revealing. 

for the tic-toc of time 

has softened into the sensuous luxury of pour

and sensory, as animation in passing,

is in the language of sooth.

one's intoxication becomes 

quite secretly, the inner spoken word

from introspection's lips,

yet softly whispered.

beauty has left the edginess of poignant views

and become the flow-bound harmony 

of merged, feeling baptized.

for the perfume of being, now self registers.

orchid-thoughts form, inwardly flourishing. 

and within fascination's muse, 

delicates, dis and reappear.

sensory becomes its own art-form, 

self-evolving,

as stalwart monumental seconds 

now subtilely pass,

as solid blue-ice glaciers are gleefully in-sight melting. 

touch becomes excitedly exponentially invitational.

and self, yes, one self, 

has lost its sense of personal-edginess 

for the vastness of this expanse, 

as a broad spectrum embrace.

as the gravitational spaces between one's heartstrings 

have lightened to each sensory-pluck

and ascended into a sky-bound journey of with-ease.

and the subtlety of these migratory paths 

have found apertures of open sky as ever inviting.

for the skills used in the art of accomplishment

are now set aside, 

as the universe of 'as above, so below', 

becomes ever the in-breath.

for time spent,

is now immersed 

in the celestials of ever-change,  

for the eternal continuance of,

the soar and the glide . . .