I can’t go on,
as I am,
a downcast being,
floating at the end
of a nebulous string.
This string is light,
cast from love,
that always holds,
and never breaks,
for love is strong,
it slashes steel,
and it casts about
spiraling,
until it meets
its opposite,
yet exact form.
Is this the key to everything?
As love flows in,
causing love to flow out,
how do we become,
the exacting being,
a God form,
transforming,
transmuting,
both the path
and the being.
My Father,
beloved One,
how can clay
be transmuted
into fire?
The fire of your being,
out of which flowing,
all forms,
all being,
gazing and pondering,
how luminous crystal being
can be held in flaming light.
Don’t you want to travel,
wouldn’t you want to see,
the gentle guide,
silently leading,
holding your right hand,
travelling,
travelling,
deeper,
filled with love,
sweet ecstasy
and muted terror
into the flaming abyss
of pure light and love?
Looking behind you,
amazed,
confused,
transformed,
as you being merges,
within crystal fire,
and gleaming light.
The oddity,
the highly comic,
ironic,
approach
of a flaming being,
full of light
worshipping
and venerating
you.
Asclepius, Dhanvanatri,
one being,
keeper of the forms.
Don’t you want to travel,
by means
of the nebulous string
of love and light,
that leads,
steadily
to the heart of God?
Ask Asclepius,
venerate,
burn some sage,
let him grasp your being,
and in kindness,
and light,
the One,
the Lover of mankind,
your lover…
all held in the deepest well,
of flaming love
and kindness.