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To One Who Has Crossed Over The Spiritual Traveler
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 Having wandered
Through so much ugliness
And terror
Yes, mine was a fine flight
Groping for that opening
Rising like a bubble out
Of the deep sea
To break again
And find myself on another shore
All is now quiet, still
And a deep peacefulness
Is with me
Guiding me firmly, yet softly
The ages lived in dawn's caravan
Trooping and singing, seeing
With myopic eyes, laughing with
A laughless love
Which is the death
Of the Soul
It was here, all night
I slept
And dreamed strange dreams
Alive with the terror of old
And my body was scoured
And I was washed clean.
This, then, is my last poem to you
Who have crossed over
Wherever you may be
Let your Soul look for love
And you will find it there
In the mystery of the petal
Of a rose
Or the crying of a baby.
Let it be felt
That when you
Took leave of this world
Soaring up and away
You looked down at me
And smiled through your tears
And as for the role we played
In each other’s lives
Let it be, and enjoy
This moment of rest
Eternity is with you in
This moment
As each hour passes, the
Day draws closer
You are in my arms
You have crossed the border
Between life and death
You have found yourself
Beneath the far-flung range
Of the cosmos
And your body
Is no longer flesh
Then, as to dying
Say that it was never that bad
That it came easily
And, without tantrum or display
You went obediently
As commanded by your Creator
To help
With the task of Creation
For all this being born and dying
All this playing it by the rules
The true bestiality and
The mock bestiality that sits
Like a mask on frozen faces
What of it is real?
What of it is truth?
What of it can be plainly seen?
To see it is reserved for
Those times when the
Thunder impels and the
Lightning thrusts its tongue out
And laps at you
Hear the drummers strike!
Hear the savage roar of that
Wave that threatens to
Take you out to sea!
Washed back again is a lifeless
Corpse, the seaweed twisted
Round in unnatural fashion
This was our honor
A dirty honor, the dirty
Honor of a small life
A life half-lived, half-realized.
So it was with me as
With the rest of mankind
Father, mother, son
The repression sets in
Until smiles are held back
Restrained by tears
By sallow faces glimmering in
Candlelight - just enough to read by
But not enough to enable us to understand
Fate is the key
That we all hold in our hands
To unlock the secret of that
Seemingly complicated life
We call our own.
And there is temptation to use
It, to unlock forbidden secrets
To threaten, to amuse, provoke
A wrathful entity
The Devil inside us
To face, to confront him - to see
The evil in our natures
And then to laugh!
To laugh the cosmic laugh
The laugh of Satan, and
Of the Time Makers
To take part one last time
In the unsacred ritual
The profanity, the desecration
Of the Self and all that is
To us holy
To see behind the masks
The disguises, the thousands of
Roles played, and to laugh
Certainly it is the mentality
Of the Devil to laugh like that.
For what is Satan but the face
Of what we have been
The face which looks to the East
He who is scorched by the
Setting sun
Scorched with a livid flame eternally
At his back
Turned from the Path of Surrender
Always looking to the East
Praying for yet another day
In which to laugh
To one who has crossed over
Though I loved you
Today I do not know who
You are. You must have meant
Much to me, and perhaps
It is not inaccurate to say
You still do.
My vision of you today is
As neither man nor woman
Nor as the ideal of either
But as a struggling misconception
Of the Infinite, raised to
Romantic proportions by the
Force of my wounded love
You, who have crossed over
Live with me again
Reside in my heart. Let me see
You change from a fluttering
Evanescent flame of beauty to
Something tremendous
The love for the Master
And for God
If you become this for me
The mystery of this poem
Will be remain revealed to me, and yet
Concealed from others.
Even the disappointment, the
Blame, the sorrow
Will become a victory
It no longer matters who won.
It no longer matters
The wounded heart turns its
Affection to the West
It sees the setting sun
And knows that it must follow
To a new day
You, who have crossed over
Know that I love you
Whoever you were that I lost
In that dream
Today I have found you
And found you a thousand-fold
You were the Master
Whom I had lost
That secret part of myself
The Master in me |
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Date Submitted:
2001-06-19 00:00:00 |
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