Behest Poem by Don Prem Legaspi

A force dwells within the edge of reason and doubt  
Between the angles of stars and empty spaces
Lingering continually behind pale and veiled shadows
Intertwining with all who seek refuge unto it's fold
Emblazoned, encoiling itself upon the tyranny of the body
To lay with the cold caress of the soul
And in doing so chains with the quintessence of all
Akin to bearers nourished by their brood
And so it is, has been, and shall be, until the end of time 

Hold no fear in heart of this truth
Withhold no acquittance of pain, as thy world exhorts
For thy world is poisoned,  littered with harvested lies
Of those unable to see past what's sown in front of their eyes
Or tread past the deep boundaries of suffering
Hearken that without darkness there is no light
A duality that doesn't share the plague of morality that binds all to the infirmity of imperfection 
Fathom that the truth is inextricable in the nature of life
It lies in the Aether far above thy birthed plane of perception 
But embrace the solace of it's fallen remnants
That what pours forth rivers is the same force that drives blood
And what hails the breeze is the same force that draws breath
The soil is our brother from birth, our spouse with death
For we are drops in the sea of totality

Behest, seek this continual force
Satiate it's lust with thy own
Embrace it's eminence within
Revitalize the flames of thy spirit
A gift for thine eyes to behold the truth 
And finally be one with the whole