10.16.2017

Contemplative Poem One


O true Home,
O true birth place,
O true haven or throne,
O spirit of comforting lace,
Be my reality!

O only place, at present,
Where I have decided to dwell,
(and not resent),
Be built up!

O highest aim of my maturity,
O refuge from the rain, the world and all its pain,
Shelter me!

O Subject of my present,
O Object of my future,
O Obsession with my work,
O Space between my hands and feet,
O Triune spiritual night-light,
Integrate me!

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