A long time ago I left the sweet caress
of my Beloved to sojourn here briefly.
I blinked only once and yet here I am,
awaiting an arrival unknown.
I have received neither revelation nor even
notes scribbled on papyrus to tell me
the song I came here to sing.
How am I to know if I have remembered
the melody correctly or if I have forgotten
all that I knew before?
Perhaps you are the one to quench my
desire to hear each falling and rising
note as if each is no less, than the whispered
promise of coming home,
coming home to You.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.