CONSCIOUSNESS OF YOUR SPIRIT

Grief is that you which lurks in my metabolism like a panic attack 
Thinking created created by mother nature, not now, but from the past and future
If sensual innocence is retrieved from dust of grey matter born from natures window sill
Stirring without will, pouring me into one with all that is back and forth, the presence of mind.

Consciousness of your spirit is like the augmented and diminishing river tone
The meditative breeze dives in steepled palms on the cascading horizon
The force of existing always remains, helping to heal the tempo of living comparisons.