This thought, it makes the stars sing,
not for me, but for life,
the miraculous joy of being,
this wonderful sense I've never felt before,
I was alive, but I was not living,
just surviving is not enough,
you must continuously push the fold of pure conscience.
This thought, it brings about new life,
not life of the daily, mundane chores of society,
but life of clear awareness of existence,
not average, never plain, not even considered good,
good cannot give this thought justice,
it is celestial, no… angelic and white.
This thought, it changes the world in ways we cannot see,
I hear it, yet it does not speak,
it is like an eagle with wings wide,
floating about on absolute heat,
this heat radiates from my over-pacing heart.
This thought is you.