Thursday, April 12, 2012


     I usually forget to be amazed
     That everything is wondrous in the world—
     As if inside of matter always blazed
     The essence of the Cosmos tightly furled.

     Yet Wonder, now and then, enflames my soul,
     The world lights up in glorious radiance
     And all that seemed so disparate is Whole,
     Now swirling in one rapturous cosmic dance.

     The rapture fades again and memory
     Goes dim, perhaps protectively, as if
     An excess of such glorious ecstasy
     Would overwhelm and sink my little skiff.

          Still, I’ll be happy with the merest hint
          Of Cosmic Consciousness—a tiny glint.