BLISS

      
     What is that Bliss that saints and sages seek,
     That rapturous and transcendental peak
     From which they view with cosmic clarity
     The holy essence of reality?

     Once long ago I caught a glimpse of it
     And labored since to find what’s requisite
     To apprehend such Bliss in its full glory,
     The hoped-for happy ending to our story.

     The best I’ve learned is that serenity,
     A poised and tranquil manner, is the key,
     A meditative rapture opening
     The soul to what sweet messengers may bring:

          A taste of honey from some occult comb
          Reminding me of our eternal home.

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