Tuesday, March 8, 2011


There is a kind of consciousness I seek
That I’ve attained spontaneously before
Wherein I seemed to stand upon a peak
And watch the opening of a mystic door.

Then through that door shined a pure radiance
Enrapturing me in blissful warmth and love,
Inviting me to join a cosmic dance
Ascending to some holy place above.

That rapture lasted only for one night
And that now more than fifty years ago,
But what I felt then gave my spirit flight
And I’ve lived warmly in its afterglow,

     Yet I still yearn to feel again that light
     Transcending vision, illuminating sight.