When we indulge in the arrogance dance
We don’t hold onto too much romance
Because it looks askance
At all our dance
And we can never romance,
Have a given chance,
Unless we can heed our own stance
Of giving ourselves a chance
At our hidden romance.
It is giving ourselves a glance
At harmony’s romance
And half of our glance
Is a chosen happenstance
At our glance
Or chance
To romance
Our hidden instance;
We can give ourselves the heave-ho
Only when we know
That our circulation can flow
An autonomic nerve wreath and glow;
This is our normal flow
To get in the know
And happenstance
Can give ourselves a chance
At an aurically balanced romance.
We are are own chance
At complicating romance
But our re-birth
Is at second glance
To give us all the chance
To win some romance;
We are the hidden glance
And all our molecules can dance
If we can sustain the prance
Of our own hidden glance.
We love our own romance!
Give it half a chance!
Then we can all flow and dance
With our molecular freedom stance.
We are the dance
Of of our own hidden romance.

When we subtly come through
To exercise the right being given to you
We can conflagrationally congrue
With the metaphysical in you
So that you can draw near
And be of good cheer;
When the animosity can clear
You will be a most radiant you, dear!
Study yourself in the mirror and be clear.

Our temperance is clear
As we have justified ourselves down here
And our abundance is clear.
Radiate a different sphere
Of energy here
Until we clean our bio-sphere.
Then we will be complete in our sphere
Of energy here.

The film of lying
Is just about dying
And we can caress
Everything we’ve blessed;
In the night
We make everything all right
And our circumstance can be fitted in tight
So that our trance
Can bring a romance
To the Light.
We are always seamed Insight
Bordering on the Light.
And the endearment here
Is a complicated sphere
Of Light
In which we must first take delight
Over our respite
So that our darkness of night
Can take flight.
And our entitlement tear
Can finally break away from here
Into the night
To be made just right
In the consequences of our delight.
Fashion yourself just right!
Do not be motivated by what brought you here;
It is only the hidden fear
Of not being entitled to tear.
But we are a much more complex arrangement down here
In which we need to clear
The atmosphere
Of Light
To make it just so and just right.
It is our own appetite
Which whets the Light.
There are issues to clear
When we settle in here.
Be the clear Insight
Into our very own Light!

Saving the Light
Never seems quite right
As we are a hidden sight
From everything that is right
And we can yearn
And even bridges burn
If our hidden sight
Becomes too much of a garden delight;
We are spurning our own Light
In spite
Of everything being right.
We are our own given right.
We are our own sequential Light.