The wine of soul

               
The hawks above the head.
The wings are sailing.
The sky bestows.
The hawks are flying.

Journey of the soul.
Journey of the mind.
Which is flying higher?
I lost myself at night.

The wine of soul inside.
Pulsations over body.
Something else inside.
Only spirit saves  spirit – not a study.

Something is being born.
Something maybe dying.
The wine, the wine of soul.
My mind away is flying.

Breathing – not enough.
The fear – that is overwhelming.
Now the soul matures.
While death is aiming.

Purging  sins, mistakes,
Traumas, and diseases.
So much I built inside.
Death again my theses.

Suddenly the light.
The prayer as salvation.
I repent my sins.
My faith is incarnation.
Only life – not death.
I learn to live, though crumbled.
To live each moment facing
Life and be so humbled.

The revelations come
Each thought and feeling
Are energies alive
And pain sometimes is healing.