Seeing...

When looking do I truly see,

When listening do I hear thy truth?

In the mirror, is that me?

cast aside, the fears of youth,

In form so brittle, senses tuned,

more majesty than meets the eye,

your meaning, which is but assumed,

Where does thy purpose, really lie?

You sing the universal song,

from every cell about your space,

the blissful, unifying ohm,

that brings divine love to this place.

I feel your body, in my hand,

I sense your essence, in the land.