Om

I have such little poetic skill,
to offer a beautiful poem.
All I have is my consciousness
and my feeling -
My feeling of this supreme
wordless peace,
and this ever-burning divine love.
In consciousness I get a glimpse
of the divine;
Where everything is turned toward the Light,
And every thought, breath, word, and action
is a step towards union with God.

The spirit free of all bonds
enjoys the Enjoyer,
spoken about by the Perfect Masters.
Though I have no intelligence
or ability to express,
or perhaps patience,
this inexpressable love is my only soul's truth.
To express anything else is nothing but pretending,
but I am through with illusions.

I cannot leave yet;
but what is more to say?
This world is nothing but God,
though none of its denizens know.
I wish to live beauty, and know everything,
and give peace and knowledge of God's name.
I wish to be simply, and to strive again
for ancient fleeting visions of divinity;
to fulfill the soul's wish,
But nothing I have except for my love.

I cannot scale my love,
or my soul's happiness,
just to hear your name,
to hear your voice,
to see your eyes,
or hear your laugh.
My soul is captured, and happily -

Let us go gaily, and with grace,
To fulfill the promise of this divine race,
And walk on the path of the beautiful Sage,
Attractive to all the minds of the universe.
There we will find the hidden meaning within,
And know the secrets to all mysterious truths.

When we will come to the Lord of Love,
who is the essence of all mystery and truth,
Then we will know -
For what were we created for except to love God?
To know Him, and to enjoy His play?
Knowing this, there is nothing more to know.