A poem from yesteryear…still fragrant!
Love eradicates the old taste of mistakes.
Dewlike essences wash clean, stinging sores
that linger from escapades into delirium,
as past mayas silently spiral away.
Lightness of touch devoid of the burning claw of temptation is
Distilled now into a healing balm of mysterious rapture.
A sunlit embrace reminds you who you are,
As rushes of gratitude spill everywhere,
Awakening you to the reverence of joy.
Gratitude’s bright face beckons you Home,
And you catch glimpses of the Self that knows for
Better or for worse.
Opening to the course of true light takes you silently
To a place that has no name
And carries you through centuries past,
Through silent falls from grace,
Where resentment was a thief
Who stole your happiness,
Caught now by a higher Self that plans your resurrection.
Guided to the path that holds the universe together,
A still haven of remembrance comes upon you,
View original post 24 more words