The Thought That Enters

 

I am a man attracting love,

For each year the Sun circled me, I grew an itch,

A fervor to serve I spoke to the moon. 

Asking how could I better assist that shiny light.

Glaring and staring the rays came by to say hi. 

Offering me a surprise. 

The thought that enters brings you sight,

Concentrate, meditate, levitate the seed.

Knowing the truth of mind, 

I present my sound,

Hearing it go singing leaping bounds.

I am a man giving love,

Each Sunlit year circled, I rise above.

An itch, a spark, a fervent call,

To serve the light and embrace it all.

I spoke to the moon, silent and bright,

How may I better assist your light?

Its rays poured through, a gift to the eye,

A glare to stare, a cosmic surprise.

The thought that enters will bring you sight,

Concentrate, meditate, levitate my seed tonight.

In mind’s fertile ground, the seed shall root,

Knowing the truth, you bear its fruit.

So here I stand, sound vibrating aloud,

Hearing my words take flight and round,

Leaping, singing, soaring out to every where,

My loving moving motion, procreating air.