Friday, March 7, 2014


   Once when the scales dropped from my eyes and I
   Could see the Cosmos in entirety
   And feel it as a spiritual ally,
   I was still unprepared for how to be.

   That taste of honey woke an appetite
   For what I was not ready yet to eat,
   Though still an intimation of delight
   That might in time grow wondrous and complete.

   While decades now have opened more my mind,
   Bringing more knowledge and experience,
   And I have grown more spiritually inclined,
   I have not yet returned to that immense

        Epiphany of cosmic consciousness
        That beyond measure constitutes success.

“My body of a sudden blazed;
 And twenty minutes more or less
 It seemed so great my happiness
 That I was blesséd and could bless.”

—W. B. Yeats


"There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness. A man may have the former, that knows not how honey tastes; but a man cannot have the latter unless he has an idea of the taste of honey in his mind."

—Jonathan Edwards