what wakes me now with a roar
like the distant sound of
a waterfall throwing itself
onto the rocks below,
tracing rainbows in the air?
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what power is this
bursting through the atmosphere
with a pulse like
excitement, electric
with light, like a heavenly dance floor
in the sky?
+
what presence is this,
as tongues of flame dance
around us, and none is burned,
but all are filled with joy that spills
in torrents from our mouths,
a river unstoppable?
+
what love is this,
refusing to cease, drawing and calling,
freeing, inspiring, demanding exacting,
what love is this
that holds us with an iron grip
as soft as new fallen snow?
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what life , what love,
what presence, what power
is this?
what wakes me now
in a yearning to be free?
