The Dark Sea Surges

We skim the surface
I feel the felicity
Am I cavalier
Should I consider my passion
There is a strike of white lightning
I am brought to my knees humbled
By such a rumination

I feel God in the passion
There is no second guessing
No analytical diatribe
There is only the pulse
Between our hearts
The commingling
Of our paired spirits

This is what life is about
Listening to the intelligence
Of consciousness
Dismissing the subordinate

Thinking mind

Being available to the
Just know