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Moving on the edge of time
Dancing wildly in my spirit,
I appeal to the Grace.
Deep, deep as in the intensity
Of a primal landscape,
I feel all creatures in my very flesh
While the glow of my soul -
Laser white in aspiration -
Hews the path through the dense environs.

For the consecration has taken place.
The air is full of concentration.

Makit it of a dream,
Making it of a memory,
The fantastic magic is reality.

Savage splendour in the 
Lotus jungle.
Beyond all,
The scent intoxicates my very body,
As my soul sways towards the ultimate
Union with the Lord.

New York City 
1982 August