On My Knees I Pray

I have a feeling of symbiosis with a man in the land of spirit and sun.  I am in a situation that is discord dissidence.  Who would want to stand with a revolution artist like me?  If it is not tangible, why would you want to help a creature like me get free?  There was a need for him to saved by the mercy of love,  and I am in a space of needing healing.  Loving light emanates from me in the center of my creativity.  I was never to give birth to a being, I was to give birth to LOVE in this realm.  Heaven can be, but it is essential that some chosen few stand up and say that they are willing to travel the gravel road of The Grand Plan.  The foreign land is my heart, and my head is clear.  Change is the chalice, and it is time to act on one's feelings of malice.  I can understand your heart, and I hold it's moonbeams in my hand as you brave the rapids in the river ZEN.  If we sit beside each other and meditate on all of it, who will break into masterful abilities first?  Maybe we do it simultaneously and then we can retire to the private space and explore the bliss.  What do you do when touch brings passionate fire and no one can know except you?  It is magnificent to hold the phoenix in your palm as it burns into a new form entirely.  The hawks flew far away and I asked them to approach and they did and then they circled above me.  Love is strange, and communication is vital.  Speak to me in my mind of your work in the land of your gods.  I will simply kneel before you and pray for your kingdom that is rising.  Supplication is my way to say that everything is going to be okay.