The Portal

Oh what, am I a prayer? Inside : that shakes the trees to life and pride, and fills the wind, the sky, the breeze, with all the love and light, then leaves.
Oh what, are you my wish come true? the hope become the dream again? and i am light and i am darkness filled with space and freedom, freedom,
freedom, freedom.

Is there nothing I can’t say that won’t fill this Whole? this Holy Path of Nature and
Consciousness? this Ocean? this Passion is this Witness is this Mirror is this Portal
isisisisis . . .