Our Souls At Night

Part I . Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky.

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Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky.

With substantial joy meat suits plop on the ground with a muted sound.

It is all in preparation for the nightly ritual when our souls abound.

If I told you we were always floating around would you think it a lie?

I am asking what it means to be human. Why have you chosen to present me with a poetic riddle? I really seek answers to this age-old question.

Midnight is the time for lovers entwined in purple haze.

Those who embrace the mingling of sunrise and sunset.

Moments shared here are never a thing of upset.

Our intense passion leaves smoke smothered stars ablaze.

These are our souls at night upon which we let you gaze.

Maybe I need to reword my question again. Why can’t you just tell me the way?

My, oh, my, there’s a bigger gathering than usual tonight.

It will be a little tougher finding a secluded spot to play.

Scientists will go on to say the aurora borealis is strong today.

The reality is you’re seeing coalescing souls turned motes of light.

Beautiful lines inspired by the Divine are our souls at night.

Are you saying that there is some importance to the colors we see in the sky at night? Perhaps there is some connection, like the purple clouds are the groom and the blushing sky the bride.

Processes so fast they look like a simple twinkle in the corner of your eye.

New transmutes glitter wonderful shades of canary, fuchsia, powder blue.

What magical hue do you think would resonate with you?

These are our souls at night, under supernal forces we fly.

So there is something about the colors! What do they all mean I wonder? Please keep enlightening me, for I think I’m starting to understand.

We curse the blessing of being visible to the masses only at night.

Our true Divine essence overshadowed by the blazing ordinary day.

Transmutation is a saving grace to keeping stagnation at bay.

The wise and ancients beam a gorgeous violet flame.

What most don’t understand is they can also take flight.

All day long we beckon for more to join our souls at night.

That is it exactly, Baba. I want to know how to be more like you. There are only a few times I can see your golden hue. Please, please, please just tell me what to do!

Learn to become a violet flame morning, noon and midnight.

An undulating ephemeralness, a poetic masterpiece in motion.

It’s time to focus on those places in-between and cause a commotion.

Embrace the subtle, shedding the gross by heated passion of delight.

This is the power of our souls at night.

It seems this ability is tangible to all. But it feels like arduous work bestowed on us after The Fall. Is what you propose really as easy as shifting perspective and our mindset?

Consider the intricate interaction of the cosmic in relation to human.

See with your third eye, hear with your third ear.

Let go of anxiety, pride, attachments, and fear.

Move beyond the third and fourth into the fifth dimension.

Perhaps I have been quite naïve to think all this time you were postulating about a fantasy. Even though they say you have lost your wits, it is clear you are as lucid as a serpent.

Forget the thoughts about what ought and see into your mind’s eye.

In-between breaths, in-between embraces, in-between each kiss.

Place gratitude, joy and thankfulness at the forefront of what brings bliss.

Be completely open, unarmed and vulnerable without a sigh.

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Then I can move on and tell you how to soar with our souls at night.