14. Sep, 2018


Wild currents lull me into the Great Awakening,

light floods my ephemeral being

turning it into a transparent lake.

Translucent Silence moulds the soul into a fragrant rose.

Tongues of fire light the way into Victory and Surrender.

Once again.

From timelessness, I behold the Earth,

the sacred body of the World's Soul.

A blade of grass shines into Infinity

and -- wonder of wonders -- in the fields

of the heart, what is small expands.