Dancing in the Wind

In my solitude in the early hours
I scale spectacular mountains,
I ascend high noble towers,
I reside in peace-a house of no pains.

In my solitude in the early hours,
For desire I never hunger,
Neither worry nor hate devours,
I feel detached from my torment monger.

In my solitude in the early hours,
Velvet darkness embraces me,
I sense the existence of universal powers,
As I savor divine bliss, empty emotions are set free.

In my solitude in the early hours,
Loves devotion consumes my woes,
Joy descends in illuminating showers,
As I begin to learn a little of what my Spirit knows.

Michael Levy