What is this love
That firms the heart’s placement
And allows the lower guts
A secure knowing I,
For it speaks
Not in words
But in certainties,
Like deep roots
On which feelings
Draw support
For the body’s gross material.
–
And here there is knowing
That first in the world
Is the evergy body,
Like a current in the energy sea
In which all things are but component,
A dancing trace of a self
More nymph or laughter of light
Frequencing high, high, high
As electric thought
Transmitted.
–
This unshadowed being,
Swiftest eddie of soul untied,
Is our truth
Before the body,
Our elemental self
Free in the zest of freedom’s whole,
Free energy
Illuminating itself
Within itself,
Playfulness playing free
In all being,
The you before
Condensation in to form,
The lightest you
Unformed, unclothed and unprecipitated.