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.
