When wafted by a transcendental gust
Above my ordinary maundering,
Then elevated past the realm of rust,
My rising spirit feels inspired to sing.
The weight of daily gravity and care,
Distractions by the multiplicities,
Drag down my struggling spirit to despair
And plague my hapless soul with sad disease.
Yet only by intentional design
Invoking the conducive mode and mood
Will my lost soul and wandering mind align
To celebrate their altered altitude.
Thus here I come, before the morning’s dawn,
By otherworldly mystic whispers drawn.