A Thread Of Creation

I am tempted to expose the hidden secret Because the curtain of my blindness has been lifted And the mysterious power of the spirit is within me Uplifting me to the highest peak of my being Pouring a bucket full of ecstasy into my existence I am drunk with the unknown I am a madman in the realm of the sane Everything I see is hidden And everything hidden I see It is a beautiful existence Yet it's a prescription for the insane In every fibre of my being I am a thread of creation I weave through the web of existence And everything I say is laced with madness I am a spirit poet Possessed by Silence Silence is my mental hospital And I am full of Silence It's crazy To exist beyond the wall of reality It's foolishness to tread my way through the physical realm And expect my drunkenness to be unnoticed I exist in the plane of light Silence is the knife that opens my being And my existence is a celebration of the spirit I am a thread of creation I am Love ©