...~Salvations's Song

Radiate a plate full of love
that I may feast,
so my hungry heart may
beat my ego’s fast feet
in this daunting race for grace.
The pace is neurotic...
my soles...erotic.
The components won’t blend
so please send me that which can
purify this mire,
this desire,
maybe coals to capture the wild~
fire...and keep me warmer, longer.
Or perhaps something stronger to
smash the coals together for a
time to create a fine
diamond
mind.
body.
spirit.
I hear it with my third eye~
A song of Salvation
that sings to also drink, heartily,
from the cup of life.
Swallow the pleasurable and the strife
then grab the knife
of truth
to tear the sheer curtain of fear
from the microcosm~
Only then can I mend
that which I fend for
and finally change the score~