Sunday, August 25, 2013

     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.