Making the Sad and Weeping Smile
I warmly greet thee with garlands
Of fragrant white blossoms,
And deeply bow ...
Discerning an expansive inner sky
Full of substance of spiritual manna,
The strength of freedom in mind,
With thought full of wisdom
Humming a song of the wise
And a melody of subtle supply
That make us shine by borrowed light,
Reflecting the Love that is our Mind!
The Beloved is calling, because
All must be of God, not a muddle
Of devout and human perceptions,
Or whatever errs; hence mortal
And thus of our own thinking
And wooing, fallaciously designed—
Such sensory disturbances
Try to agitate the river of mind,
As if separated from the ocean
Of true Love-substance or Life.
O glorious Omnipresence,
The fire of remembrance for Thee
Let not be blown out by the flurry
Of stormy unsettling acidity!
Every pure thought, every grace,
And loving embrace, are helping
To lead us, as a polar star does guide
A lost ship through a turbulent sea;
Let us hear Love’s still small voice,
And retrace our footsteps to our home
Of Peace within, ahh ... feel the Sublime!
--eva-maria
hogrefe—
(February 2012)
