The happiest poem

Warming me by the spirit, it turns out that you love me
By the Light you caress me, you touch me and embrace.
All of you are from yellow light, dwelling all around me,
And as the hands could never, by embrace you caress.

But I am feeling your hands - as a particular detail
Hinting the Universal Hands, i.e. Rays of Light.
By touching this, I'm involved in somewhat eucharistic,
To the Light that is Loving. And it dissolves the sky!

And the sky is a symbol of body, that is endless.
You see, with your example, plus how Hegel taught:
Thought gets beyond the logic and flows everywhere,
Rhyme to streams everywhere Happiness is of course,

With a song, then - with movement, roundness, also breathing -
Any of epithets that are equal to the Touch.
Thoughts flow, and abstractions - body rejects completely
Before you leave for shadows, the word is the last sign.

Was not: parts of the body. It was: the game of concepts!
Was not: betrayals here. It was: see through the slot
Multidimensional spirits. Will body block the whole world?
It was: the source of Godliness. There was no: "I want".