Nothing is asked of you
As feelings flow from me.
From mysterious origins
Waves swell through my being.
Leading me to wonder
What could be their meaning?
The pleasure so compelling
The mind bows to the heart.
A soft internal whisper
Says this is just the start.
The power is delightful
Spontaneous, free, and pure.
Mind awakes from slumber
And fear can be no more.
The author of this story
Suggests no end in sight.
The resultant joy and glory
Leaves nothing else to hide.
— JES