Thursday, April 9, 2015


            About things ultimate, I’d rather know
            Than just believe, and be assured
            My consciousness will not just simply go
            Extinct, but of its waywardness be cured,
            Then hopefully advance toward higher states
            Of spiritual maturity to gain
            Such wisdom as a life well led creates,
            Lifting me to a more exalted plane
            Where from that prospect I may better view
            With full Akashic clarity the scope
            That cosmic consciousness reveals as true
            In actuality, not as a trope.
                 Enlightenment is now a metaphor,
                 But then a beam of brightness in my core.