Heathen

as rain freezes on drooping limbs,

heavy, heavy burden flees.

a soul is not in me, it is me!-

i am soul,

like the essence of an herb!

inhaling the rising steam,

eyes met just moments ago

begging for favour,

wanting to wear my favour …

silk ribbons, tattered

led to debaucherous indulgence.

virgin of perpetual return frets persecution

screams, "drown this rebellious heathen".

our biosphere is animistic.

a soul is not in you, it is you!-

you are soul!

living inside me,

grant your favour, i beg you.

favour me with secrets.

is it alright to have any thought you want?!

step out of otherworld reality,

find and live your own version,

our natural state wild heathen.

ride the magic persian,

dream the water snake in blue.

how, oh how to be true?

the moment of awareness changes everything.

the very act of observing makes new perception.

infinite possibilities,

quiet is the strawberry thief.

lost in repeating pattern of grief.

matter waves of interference,

surviving grams of the fittest are unmeasurable

three minutes after the pop of the cork.

all things must pass,

bubbles take forward passage.

all is in soul, and soul is all!-

welcome to arms, savage!

strawberries and birds

find strange heathen...

strange wild heathen...

heathen -thief of the soul!