Sing, formless force within me,
a melody deeper than words.
Sing strongly yet inaudibly,
notes without sound-
I shall hear more clearly without my ears as mediator.
Sing of existence, for that is all you really are;
Sing of the miracle of consciousness,
to ride the winds of time as dust,
to, in the ever-advancing present, be.
Sing of love, for it binds you at the seam;
Love not as a feeling but a knowing,
not of hormone or thought but of deed,
sing love that cannot be held in chest or limb or even mind.
Sing, formless force within me,
a melody deeper than words.
Merge with it and become it, for at my
truest, deepest, simplest
I am you,
and I shall be a song of existence and love
for aeons after I cease to be a body.










