December.

Now our sun is internal,
& our heart births the Eternal
to share soulsounds beauty & mirth
from the warmth of our soothing hearth.
My mind canoodles my soul
My fingers lose absolute control
Wordplay songs drip from my lips to the web page
lay dormant in the cyber sea til
You
come along. Your ripples rock
these puzzle pieces of encoded poetic prose.
Welcome, come in, stay near.
What you get here is what you see, dear.
If your eyes twinkle shine
Then look deeply & feel lightly.
Allow yourself to experience slight chills.
We're on a non-stop flight
into the Omnipresent Divine.
Your Presence here is a sacred present
& so with gratitude, I present to you...
our ~Presence~

Let the inspiration commence.