Transcendence is a mutual harmony

Transcendence is a mutual condensation of breathing from one soul to another
Breathing is the pastime of all togetherness, like asphalt dreams and sober control
Where you direct your dreams is your own choice of soul-preparation,
Digging into the soil of lost regrets and coming into the harmony of what once was lost
She does not dine there, She does not control, bust She will whisper your name
Like an animal that has learned to use tools, so too do we learn to hear God
We must let go of darling regrets, like a wormhole that is sophisticated and grateful

She learns our reasoning and approaches us from where we are in life, that stance
That does not forget one single moment of being alive, while all dolphins swim
Like a dark intruder into the night, She welcomes the seasoning of grateful content
She does not lie, nor break hearts with the truth, but She will test your limits
So that you are really you, like a evening dove crying out for the morning glow

That does not mean She will leave you once you have mastered Her plan for you
She is a friend that will comfort your controlled behavior and tatters instilled crying
Like a partner that does not maneuver or stake a claim, She has wings that no one sees
She is a panther dining in the night with a soft patterned system that does not light
She will see you when you are angry, and that moment She will tell you to leave
She will return when you are grateful for Her voice in the crowd, behavior
Like instilled believing in Her voice as the reason for living and a night at its stake

Believing is seeing,
the beautiful voice of God,
so crowded with the behavior
of the Near and far

She does adopt a voice
That only you can see
If you cleanse your heart
With the benefit of laughter
Like a stolen pearl in the voice of control

Now you know the key, of lost stolen pearls, and Her voice in the demise of laughter
Where she will not see you in the torrent of the last hidden appeal of wisdom
Or the breastfeeding of our hearts