Its funny how such an inspired potential
is seen as something so mundane.
How do our lives become so trapped
in such petty, useless desires.
When all around you, the monsters fly,
The demons screech,
the angels pierce the sky,
the wood nymphs’ laugh,
at such self-directed vision,
turning a sweet seeker into the blind,
hemming you in from your heart’s true desire.
Out of the Monad all things flow,
the one pointed vision,
of a God we can’t know.
If I had the power to give you vision,
If I had the power to give you courage,
I would show you how to fly,
by releasing the Holy Chrisim.
Why did you have to separate yourself,
into so many disparate parts,
when your unitive first being,
was perfectly formed in piecing light.
Oh beautiful light,
I now remember,
There is no love within One.
So fractal portions,
poured out of your being,
exact replicas of you.
They flowed from the source,
from the Monad’s light,
pouring like a flowing stream,
creating my individual being.
And then within the miraculous light,
love began to flow,
and you and I were transformed,
by your vision,
your love,
when One became two.
Both of us in agreement,
that we can never return
to self-encased Oneness.
Show me that Way,
that Holy light filled path,
that leads to You.
Your love is the map,
Your truth is the sword,
That cuts and destroys all obstacles,
to the Hidden Path,
that leads me to you,
as together reuniting to become One,
as we burn for each others love,
Our Spirits entwined within sweetest rest.
My being caressed by love and light,
As I ascend to the place,
from which I came.
Oh how my heart soars,
as my love,
heals your aloneness
as well as mine.
Oh and that bliss
the bliss of your touch,
as it flows from the Monad,
to me.