I observe the footloose gypsy
effortlessly unfolding within while gaily
trekking through holy fields of
I bask in the intermittent, fleeting flashes of incandescence as the sky reveals the circular bright moon.
I have developed a kinesthetic awareness of my benignant breath; in return, it has expanded my apperceptive participation in living.
I am rooted in enigmatic richness.
I am precisely saturated in reality.
Are we not all enchanters who are capable of reconstructing indurated hearts and indisposed minds into dearly eminent vision?