Collectively we bundle into one thought, one mind, one soul
I would stand with the oversoul against the tides for hours
Meditating on lost words others must know in past lives
Before I lived on the earth the oversoul was here, one being
And it needs no introduction, beyond its broad, specific existence
A zealous blanket of ethereal material wraps around us,
Amounts our ideas into a bright lightbulb of potential alacrity,
And traces those thoughts to a brilliant tower looming beyond.
The oversoul demands inescapable obedience, wondrous
Mountaintops where it rests serenely remind us our service’s price.
Transcend our grievances and hatreds to a greater good,
The oversoul monitors like a flashlight on a blank page
Which fills with detail over time, as creation visualizes,
For us, I know it true, the oversoul is here for me and you
It wakes me in the morning when I wish to escape nightmarish thoughts
It wakes me at night when I still have work to complete.
It wakes me in the afternoon when I’m drifting to a different plane.
Springs me to life and fills me with unparalleled joy when
I observe the world from a shared, equally fantastic distance.