Baptized! by a babbling brook.
flowing melodic chants.
For summer’s …
slender transparent souls.
Dressed in apparitional white.
Under thundering currents
of rock and a hard life.
Disappearing arrows fly.
Like the speed of light
wounded and grounded
by vacuums and voids.
Constellations roam in
Van Gogh’s starry night skies.
Reflecting in the mandala
of a mirrored marbled pond.
The shaman’s drum and rattles
play without the mind.
Tibetan bowls sing as they
work the yogi’s whole body.
Hauntingly howling holy hallelujah.
Opening golden veins of vibrant vaults.
Next to crystal bowls coaxed
releasing hypnotic spells,
spinning sacred sounds.
Methodically, caressing
them with massaging mallets.
Resounding, reverberates and resonating,
twirling fields of chakras.
Lighting up networks of wonder.