I hear your rising songs harmonized afar,

the dances of your power drawing near,

clear as quartz,

I can feel your pressure draw closer and closer,

something that urges the creativity of dullness,

I find you emerging within,

immersed in the rehearsal of routines no more,

no more boring your claws in the ordinary corruption,

no more married to multitude of mindless work,

I find you lurking on the streets of Mist and Eden,

feeding your coves and temples with hidden texts,

walking with oceans growing at your throat,

I find you holding back your songs from those that are deaf to listen,

lost in a whirl of doing and not being,

I hear you arousing awareness,

riddled within the adventures of life,

imbued with the sensory vividness of reality,

I know you're walking within my realm,

illuminating mystery with more mystery,

missing normal rationalities,

devoid of race and nationality,

I saw you within my inner assumption,

marrying momentum and releasing resistance,

In an instant,

I mirrored you,

wearing your echos in my voice of clarity,

the acoustic of praxis and vivid cymatics,

resonance of this story of instruments,

I close my eyes with you,

seeing a world of the golden darkness,

Nucibola the darkened gold,

light of emerald riches,

There where I know you to be...