What do they say about me, as their eyes swoon diligently?

A magnetic personality, the seductress of spirituality,

Entrapping shadows to spin my growing safety nets,

Swaying you crazed like only the greatest dancers do,

A force within which calculating minds long to forget.

But your glance violates first to create your seducer,

For my sorrows do not look for your eyes to follow me,

They are who I need be, to live my own life’s mysteries,

They are what I need say, to connect and engage lovingly,

They are how I need feel, to tread and be within this now.

You see,

Your body is in this place, but your mind lives through another,

And when you think you’re only of hardened physical form, 

Is when you’ll see greatest mysteries bounding before you.

For what you see as mysterious in another, is often what you lack most deeply inside.

And that awareness is spirituality, it is the soul of another you can’t quite describe.

And how you realign yourself in their mystery, is a new soul forming through time.

So when you see my form dancing fast in your mind, 

Is when you’ll know something empty lingers inside,

If you need my alien beauty pulling deeply at your soul,

Then soon I’ll move your body in my spiritual ways too.

And from you come the others,

And with them come my worlds,

For I am the end and beginning, 

The dancer in the empty system,

The black hole your pulled into, 

The ever-growing cold within you,

The alien pinching your mind to twirl,

The seer of our shared field of vision,

And re-coder of gods observant mind.