Encounter With Gentle Spirits: Walking On A Country Path At Night
I wrote the following many years ago:
At night on a country path,
stars above smile at me
My heartbeat and breath form the rhythm
while the frogs and crickets lead the song.
A song of peace, of an almighty power;
enjoy with pleasure or with ignorance cower.
Stare at the silhouettes
and swear they move.
They float to and fro, on their cushion so smooth.
Moving through the realm and across the plain
hovering silently, no effort, no pain.
It’s getting closer, the secret endeavor;
I ask myself “Is this forever?”
My pulse quickens, my skin perspires.
Up springs a light of illumination, a fire.
With ecstatic pleasure I yield;
no worries, no problems, no need for a shield.
It consumes my flesh and upward rises.
My soul and thoughts left intact.
I am taught many things
and develop new skills.
No more can I hear the cries.
Sensing their presence
their goodness, their essence--
My new eyes are opened and I can see.