Thump, thump, thump, are the sounds of the beating heart.
All condensed in the gift wrapping of eternal love.
Look at all these layers I don’t know where to start.
This present I receive always changes how I relate to my spirit which is represented by a dove.
Is this my Gift?
Off in endless flight, my wings spread across manifested destiny.
The eyes of the eagle sees all there is to see
Is all there is to be, what does this mean?
How does this description of consciousness describe the entity that is called me?
Is this my Gift? Or is it a distortion of true reality?
Crashing on the rivers of the deep, nowhere to run, nowhere to retreat
Or is this a brutal game of constant flow, my waves dancing to the oceans beat.
My fate determined by an essence the humans call the moon.
My fate cannot be sealed fast enough, not a moment too soon.
Is this my Gift?


