I see colors, A spectrum of wonder, Blending into sound. I hear sounds, Dulcet din, Fading into my sight. I feel the wind, Carrying the voices of the many, Tinted with the Sun. A flowing energy, Sight and sounds And touch and senses Whirling! Twirling! Spiralling! A stream, From the cosmic source, Flowing through me, A prism, Spiralling out in light and sound. Reverberating.