I Have Seen Her

October 3, 1973 Nursing Home

I have seen Her on the borders of my life
And waited in the still and blissful shrine
Sceptic when She entered through my heart
And the mystic passage cleaved for the Divine.

I knew then, I know now, yet test and test again
That subtle entry winging on the call
When all these strings of self would tune to Her
And no discordant note could sound at all.

Perhaps the hem of Her joyous raiment touches
For I feel above the flow and flux, a flame,
A joy press on the shell and hid within
A corresponding echo of the same..