I pushed my hands against the Light Cold became I and lost the Sight
Then palms turned within and opened without Did cusp warmly the glory bright
I saw that before a table made of wood I knelt Partaking of wine and bread
But rejoiced, one day, to be fed the Life After which my heart bowed reverently dead
In this darkness I lay resigned Within a wombish tomb of water and drear
I arose after travail into the Day Summoned by a Love that holds all as most dear
I Now know ... There is a Grace that beholds all equally Dive into that Eye and live for that Seeing
*Arem Nahariim-Samadhi, March 12, 2008
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*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Arem Nahariim-Samadhi ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, and bicyclist. He is someone in love with Life and inviting others to that same ecstasy of Love ~ and, by the way, herein is nothing he claims as his own.
