The back brace of meditation .
A spiritual surrender to cosmic gestation .
Fingers cling to molecule's design
as I free flow this prayer in rhyme.
True as this clue is a truth that's sublime .
A moment here is eternity's time .
My gaze is steady though the vision's unclear .
My forehead hits the ground for vibration to steer .
I fret not for my voice is the bass
and the rhythm of my soul does not hasten to chase .
Our words are a scripture . Our voice being sourced . Even though I'm a drifter my path's being coursed .
As I stay steady in hum,
my heart is the drum,
I have no need to run,
it is existence I strum.
The divine chords are ready ,
the faith song that made me ,
plays through my life offering creativity in plenty .
If I can share and give away one sun.
One light of hope in the name of literal fun.
It is enough to say these lines
instead of a riddle or a pun.
It's an investment of mind.
A directive of mine.
To leave for the next, this verbal milestone to prime.
Mix mold and plaster these lines
so that my silence rings as loud as the celestial signs chime.
- B.boi vitaminh e
