ION

We all unite under the guise of connection,

Yet on overcast days, we're far from intervention.

Taking our time alone with great convention,

We need something to bridge—an invention.

In turmoil, feeling others' contention,

I emerge from my own mental repression.

Feeling solely in my place of tension,

I acquire deeper mean

ing, my comprehension.

The flesh and spirit, so good I need not mention,

The greater order of our being in creation.

A finer thread of being, a perfect conception;

Now in full possession, I have discretion.

Under the brightest light of my own inspection,

I come to the beginning, the inception.

No longer stuck in old ways of suppression,

I show pure signs of life's deep affection.

In memories past and present, I retain retention;

To my living master, I show confession.

He sends me to unknown lands for vacation,

And I partake in this path of ascension.

There are no tricks, there is no deception;

I am subtly but fully in another dimension.

Calling upon thy name with cause for attention,

Now he grants me path to progression.

Besides the focus of my direction,

He also gives me embrace in his protection.

Under his hand, there is no condition,

Not even a sign of similitude to pretension.

And by the grasp of victory, there is extension,

I am not an outlier, I am no exception.

To all people of all types, he shows no rejection,

For he is a creator in time with his obsession.

It only takes a brief moment to employ detection,

And now the truth spreads like an infection.

A new time has been made for this generation,

Of souls from time immemorial, a resurrection.

He grants us many lessons to portend to education,

And he spreads his wings in reputation,

With a deep generation of the finest dedication,

And grants the powers of imagination.

This is by choice, it is no misconception,

He gives us inspiration to avoid all defection.