Beings of light, travel the Universe at night,
Across a visceral space of flight.
Eons are transient, momentum is fluid, life is a perception of the eye.
The seahorses of the sky.
They dance in pairs, like solar flares, they bend the mind,
They create a siren.
In the center of your being, what you are seeing, is their melody;
Sung to the tone of immortality.
All the Heavens are resonating, all that lives is pulsating,
They open the gates of transmutation;
The infinite dream.
As they come into your awareness, you progress.
This is the prayer of sacred bliss,
For in the solar ion winds – Spirit always returns them.