The Underground connecting part one

Felt on my knees trustful, lost in a moment, in fire my heart became, the magic
when the wires inside were connected again in the purple valley.
The master was surrounded by the scent of every blooming universe of dream,
his breath was a storm in silent measures, the walls an illusion in the garden
of light and dark.
The words just fingers pointing at the embracing moon, the reflection in the drop
was holding a cosmic ocean in butterfly movements, lost in the overwhelming infinite
warmth of the essence of love, a source recognised as the only reality, everything
and everyone is borderless, only One to comprehend, in the mindless state
an eternal moment of beatitude, being, awareness and bliss,
I am Love.
The Mother smiles and is smoking a cigarette in a misty atmosphere, her white dog
is waiting for a walk in the park, a small part of chaos in the cultivated madness
of the war lords, the earth is moaning in my ecstasy the blue notes dancing
in the fragile hearts of the waterfall, life went on and on, the dancer lost in the
whirling of the fire dance, the pounding of the drum made high notes a thousand
dream birds flew away in the shining mystic breeze of the sun winds.