IN THE HIDDEN EYE

A Soul Quest (Poetry in Prose)

IN THE HIDDEN EYE

In the hidden eye of the Exalted One, I seek a humble place, blind from restraints of human bonds, gentle in heart and sweet of cause, only to belong in the stillness of creative might, that I may face the Truth, fearless in being, imbued with light, my destiny with the angel muse, to span that rite of passage that prevails to bring power to word and word to power. May this command be such converse to delight the world, the tongues of saints dancing with the sacred nectar, untainted, pure, and invisibly divine, to transcend the weak and torn virtues that taint the souls in mortal chains. Within the vast portals of eternal halls, the calls of triumph may be heard, resounding through all the lands, a chorus song of imperial bliss, sought by poets, priests and kings emerging from poor and peasant form locked and wrought in Nature’s slavery. Unspoken thoughts and clarity in vision will render in the minds of lost and now-found children, bright in the tender embrace of the only One, that lonely Light of Ancient Soul, the Parent Traveller from afar, that seeks us out in our deepest pain and gives us lease to reign again, awakening the radiance within the self and then the world.  I beg salvation, unfurled, and granted in revelation, and can rest, knowing the cause is just, and just is the cause of changing Earth, the delusion of illusion now past its prime, for only Love and Love alone will stand the test of time.

Dwina ***