The Awakening

It is smooth and silky.

It is sweet as summer wine.

After indulging you feel guilty.

It can actually blow your mind.

Her dress of many colors flying.

Songs without words abound.

She sang it all without lying.

You saw her twirl round & round.

It came within, a shock to your soul.

It took over your very being.

You ran with nowhere to go.

You could see without feeling.

Then, you were back. Little had changed.

You understood it all now.

You could hear it all without sound.

You were extensile, omnipresent, Wow!!

It was raising up from all around.

You had dared to indulge & quench.

Now, you will never be the same.

The gates of hell have budged an inch.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2022)