Spirals to Heaven

Lying unsheathed on the cold stone,
Through thin artifical garment,
swirling above they dance,
in the energy of my being.

Way up to the tree tops,
As they spin,
I realize,
I will die for each energy,
as they for me.

Watching them pulse and sway,
I marvel at the synchronicity,
See in these tiny examples,
the coeternal dance of life.

The spirals and twists,
coexist with the vitality and energy,
emanating from my life blood.

The blood of the lamb,
the sacrifice to the eternal being,
preparing my heart,
for the sacred feast.