By Michael Levy
I enter my rainbows, stirring in slumbering amour,
Infinite hospitality of blissful excellence.
In dreams, I roam through forests of reflections,
Discover Banyan trees of euphoria,
Beyond the doorway to exalted realities,
I merge with unfathomable mountains,
Behold distant horizons,
Spirit's harvest brings forth gardens of beauty before my eyes,
I blend with orchids without worries,
Roses that have no scent of fear,
Daffodils that can so fluently waltz, the dance of gladness,
Gardenia and Azaleas that liberate joy infused perfumes.
My smiling soul's reflection shines celestial love beams,
I ride upon the magnetic waves of angel wings
Across the heavens majestic high-ways,
All too soon, a new day dawns
The passage of dream-time slowly extinguishes itself,
Eloquent virtues of Mother Nature's bounty,
Open-up an array of gifts for my mortal senses pleasure,
Blessings of my minds awakening renewal,
I travel inside the music of my vitality,
Alight, to the rhythm and pulses of my heartbeat,
In the brightness of the early dawn
Daytime illusions enter, their unrehearsed roll plays.
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"Humankind - How Limitless In Genius"
By Michael Levy
Playful inspirations kindle, figments of a baby's first hello,
Ripening, in a flawless cosmos, that only purity and virtue know,
Picturesque clarity grace the minds vivid insightful rainbow,
As time fashions, just a brief, but fascinating finite show.
Indeed, even if every new beginning develops sadness,
True joy will adjourn the sorrow, to replace it, with a canopy of gladness,
Glows of spirited laughter illuminate, all the candles of elegance,
Symphonic enchanted harps pleasingly orchestrate, a divine sacred dance.
Intoxication of a lover's music plays on celestial violins,
Secret satin dreams linger, concealed within the keys of silent hymns,
The amour of sweet shadows, float gently, beyond the universal sleep,
Obscure and deep, all have profound promises to keep.
The wheels of nature's textured bounty will still go on turning.
Unique gifts, conveying the beautiful wonder of creation.
What an opus of craftsmanship is humankind,
How magnificent in foundation, how limitless in genius.
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"In All Things Human"
By Michael Levy
In all things human, there is a prize,
In the unfound pastoral journey,
Where paradise exists, or does it exit?
Resides the enigmas of free will,
That direct prosperity or escort awful plagues of council,
To fly with eagle wings or crawl as a bedeviled snake,
In all things human, there is a season,
There is a reason, for each intent, beneath the sky,
An age for birth, a finale for death,
A while for silence, a direction to discuss,
A moment to pray, a spell to curse,
A space to laugh, an era to cry.
Nevertheless, in all things human lives one true path,
Grace performs the domestic shades of spirit,
With the ivory tint of meditation,
And intuition of fabulous heart and weight,
Through this observance,
The flow of wisdom turns the tides from sorrows to joy.
In all things human.
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"A Divine Stroke of Genius"
In a divine stroke of genius,
Humans ignite from sparks of heavenly light,
Inspiration races through the veins of thought,
Emptiness with wisdom, sculpt ideas, inside time & space.
In a divine stroke of genius,
Beloved sweethearts overwhelm with passion,
Two souls engulf in fire, then melt, into orgasmic bliss,
Reproduction, as rhapsody explodes, in climactic amour.
In a divine stroke of genius,
Songbirds serenade lovers, with melodies of gladness,
Come; soar with the eagles of celestial infinity,
Fly along with cosmic humming birds of paradise.
In a divine stroke of genius,
Hearts of joy ascend beyond the clouds,
Life is forming, nature delivers a splendorous reality,
Spirit floats on butterfly wings, into the serene vigor of life