I wrote this while sitting in Elsabeth's kitchen (incl. quotations)

[m0na_]

Innervated with glowing rods of full-spectrum light, rods adrip with rose water, its fragrance seeps out through my pores and I am breathing the essence of serenity. Love mimicks the taste of apples, mangos and pomegranites in my mouth. Anger forgets itself, disappearing not only from the present, but also from the past: complete and retroactive catastrophic oblivion. The strength and sanctity flow through my limbs like an expanding liquid flame that feeds itself by giving of itself in the form of setting aglow all surrounding thought, matter and emotion. Sacred fire, most blessed gift from the ground of Being. Irrepressible gratitude becomes my perpetual prayer spontaneously scintillating. Dedication and devotion and service are its life. Stagnation and obfuscation are its death. But even in this death the embers keep their heat and sear the inner walls of soporific delusion. End poetic transmission.

"Coldness hath gripped all mankind: Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire of the worlds?
Calamity hath reached its height: Where are the signs of Thy succor, O Salvation of the worlds?
Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples: Where is the brightness of Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds?"