Naked Spirit

In the arms of poetry My heart is very much naked Revealing the deepest geometry of my being Unveiling the cardinal points marking the way to the eternal path In that sacred moment I am emptied of all the ego And the hands of poetry opens the door to my Spirit It is not uncommon to be totally removed from my senses And to dive deep into the spiritual lake of nothingness In this state I am a floating piece of emptiness And words are the medium of my existence Transcending the realm of imagination My being is elevated to the dimension of nothingness It is totally weird to exist outside the borders of imagination But at this point I am not governed by the laws of physics Nor am I a child of the flesh All my being is made out of nothingness And the only window of my existence is outlined by the flowing ink At these upper floors of consciousness, Love is my light And my existence is an illuminated piece of nothingness