The magnetic presence of deities
Encircling the rock-cloistered temple
Of ancient spiritual warriors
Dancing with the myth
Dancing with the story of metaphysical
Starry sky deliverance of no more egoic wrath

Three or seven warriors
In circles
Feet on the ground
Toes to the sky
Releasing all and everything
For some minuscule
Circumvention of fate

Were we dancing? Were we falling?
We were simply resonating into the strength of the soul
As all of those around us
Stare blankly into the tunnel of light
We have risen above the tunnel and
Manufactured grace with the symbiotic spirit of truth

This is how we stand. This is how we sing.
Forever absorbed in the presence
Of the rhythm of spiritual warrior prophets
Of the return of the universal resonant resemblance
Of what we would call our god
Our Brahman, our allah
Or simply just the expanded oneness of universal immersion
At the edge of time
Before there was even a helium atom
At the genesis of reality

This is where we would dance and sing
Never knowing, never needing to know
What placed our essence on this earth
Merely just rapture swinging and and re-emerging
Into the universal cusp of infinite light