Presence of the Bride

Have we reached the understanding that we know

No thing at all, for mind's duality

Denies the wisdom that in our hearts must grow

Beyond the ego's insularity.

A stasis interrupts the will to be

Other than this hampered puppet-form

A sameness and a drab reality

Impress their stamp, perpetuate the norm.

And when we soar we crash with failing wings

Unable to sustain the upward thrust

And pleasure take in dull familiar things

Casting from us constant faith and trust.

Yet ever we return to start again

Knowing there is only one recourse,

To rise above the little self, sustain

The sheer and sudden advents of the Force,

Suffer the metamorphosis of change

Acknowledging the spirit as our guide,

Resistance to descending light estrange

And kneel before the Presence of the Bride.