I will myself to stop, to ponder...
To describe that which I feel, and still
I cannot pull my earthly thoughts to order.
Words and phrases spew out, like
clumsy clichés in this, my human verse.
This uniting of our energy recalls
a distant vibration, of lifetimes experienced
past. So in sync, it skips beyond my human
reasoning. This which is without
weight, time or space.
As sure as nights turn on days
I know that you, my heart song
without human reasoning are the
sublime symphony echoed by the
vibration of our one re-united being.
© Janet Booysen for Benny (11/05/2012)
To describe that which I feel, and still
I cannot pull my earthly thoughts to order.
Words and phrases spew out, like
clumsy clichés in this, my human verse.
This uniting of our energy recalls
a distant vibration, of lifetimes experienced
past. So in sync, it skips beyond my human
reasoning. This which is without
weight, time or space.
As sure as nights turn on days
I know that you, my heart song
without human reasoning are the
sublime symphony echoed by the
vibration of our one re-united being.
© Janet Booysen for Benny (11/05/2012)