Everything’s in motion,
though still they seem to be.
It is the intention
of a grand soliloquy.

Oneness is self-serving
to the stubborn and obstinate.
Like turkeys head bent in the rain
they drown a ignorant.

It is my intention
to lose all my constraints,
of where and how I will end up
with sinners or with saints.

Intention was and always is
a spiritual enamantion,
energy and particles
marching in procession.

Pebbles , fish, beast and man
related purposefully,
intention has but one goal
to bound us soulfully.

So my intention is to be
in this celestial scheme,
letting go my ego
put’s me beyond my wildest dream.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards