Divine guidance: poem

I feel the power of the dream.

I know the method—how to use it.

Precious, gracious soul of music,

Serving the worldwide machine.

Building up a castle—monumental, soulful style.

Yeah, this is the victory;

It makes me feel so free—oh, eehhh!

Oh, that lovely ocean pond,

The might of the water is my bond.

Share that richness—that’s the gold;

Splendor is what I’ve been told.

Save this glory for the worthy,

Whose hearts are made out of glory.

Winners are the ones who choose,

cool their minds and find the fuse.

See the given and its face,

Bring it into speed and pace.

Feel the liberation rising—

Oh, that love is not surprising.

Power of the strongest might

Brings triumph from within, inside.

Sharing love of truthful splendor,

Steered by structure of thy love—

For the movement, for the waters,

For the hand that creates love.