we read a book, perhaps a bible or novel
and certain passages, are felt so personal
as if the pages, were talking to you
reaching deep in the soul, touching the heart
reeling us in like an intimate companion

the words were written in universal language
meant to be read by so many people
designed in a way, soul words would touch
composed, in the holy, to awaken the spirit

we forget sometimes, to be part of the whole
and separate ourselves, with fears and doubts
cursing the thing which had brought us sacred
we had but forgotten, the sacred language

writing, the illusion to allow us to feel
to reach and to touch, pretense of real
to bring forth something allowing our growth
to heal something laying, in our soul dormant

how beauty it is, to awaken our depths
invaluable pioneering, of sacred paths
raising the conscious upon our planet
allow the whole world, to fall in love

for everything created, began with thought
develops and matures, like relationships
psycho spiritual wilderness to explore
are words on a page, unlocking the doors
and love is the intent, i so do adore