There is a witch hunt in electric clouds

I hold you
with twelve arms
in the emptiness
the infinity of realization.

I hold you in the light
playing with fire, the living water,
the earth, the sky
the fusion of the elements.

I hold you in my breath
life comes in
and moans to the dead.

I let go
faithfully
experiencing the Lover
deep inside
without
any boundaries.

I'm holding on
helpless
only the Lover
knows the ocean,
the drop can just
stutter and stumble.