There’s another mind

First we are  one,then two,then one sometimes
When we love another human kind
Or lost  and grasped by mystic work sublime

Ironically we must lose to find
Absorbed in writing,there’s another mind
First we’re  one,then two,then one  at times

A gift, a word, a phrase a new wrought rhyme
With growing work,our minds are  furnished fine
We’re  swimming  in the mystic seas sublime

We dive into the depths, we rise,we dream
Add to our creations, line by line
First we’re  one,then two,then one  at times

The journey of the heart has major claims
Tempests,rages,do not love define;
We’re  making it  in mystic seas sublime.

Those who see not beauty must be fined
Criminals to Nature, cruel  before,behind.
We’re  all one,our human souls aligned;
To loose  and find, by mystic work we’re claimed