what you feel

like waking windy seas of a green smelling breeze cool calmed the hour for a chance to relax with me to fall from the knees of a pool field full of wheat or some form of a grain leaving the mind impressed I opened up the burning chest of a meditation breath to bless the sacredness of a holy moment surprise like the common wings carrying the song higher up beyond the golden chalice served with other cups the brushstroke works are fluid to the sound of light a stone force of work that bends the concentration eye to focus clear into the next stage of what you feel is clean the moment when you answer your own thought unseen where you and I are the same reason why we unite to look into a view that brings free the truest point based at the foot of a blue mountain falling from leaves like waking windy seas of a green smelling breeze