Mystical poem written 8-25-24.

1. I lost track of my selves, In the mirrored maze, Three names ago, Now all I have is You Whispers in the back, Of my aching heart, Sing children’s rhymes, All starting with Your name I see Your form, In the kaleidoscope, Behind my eyes, And start to weep Passion and discipline, Joy and fleeting, Tempered understanding, Weave through me 2. I work the paths, And find the Tree, Dissolving and fading, Revealing Your face Borne aloft, I rise, On the gentle wind, Of my ardent prayers, To Your holy place Behind the Twelve, Above the Seven, Between the Three, Beyond the One All of them shattered, Scattered and spun, All left pointing at, The Mystery of You 3. Oh blessed Divine, I marvel at You, Even as my feet, Begin to dance Wondering at books, I found You alive, Pulsing in the back, Of living nature The Word written, On every surface, Sharing songs, Of miraculous creation Seeing You diligently work, In every law of logic, Matter and Motion, I sing Your name
Art: Moran Thomas, “Children Of The Mountain”, (1867)
