In the Great Dawn of All Beginnings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I may not understand those words

Or read the treachery in your heart

 

But souls, these elements

Remain the same, like wheels of re-birth

 

These nodes are not

Of Nirvana, only karmic sheaths

 

Will I cease to be

Of our last meeting together?

 

The memories like a trance return

Of divinity, nothing particular

 

Simply an order of alignment

Where on my narrow bed

 

In a folded quilt, it all comes back to me

Sleeping, I awaken

 

Frozen, I feel revelation’s Thumb

Press like a subtle heat

 

On my chest, behind my heart

Flame of a psychic-being

 

In the village

Where we are all one.