Radiant Mother of the Universe

In the winter of my adolescent years

I wandered in the labyrinth of mind

Mid texts and histories and mouldy thought

Dead a thousand galaxies ago.

The orb of life now grown weak and pale,

Hanging in a disappearing sky

Held no more solace for my burning soul,

My destiny lay far beyond these shores.

Immortality like a rock once climbed

Was higher to heaven than my spirit could soar,

I fell back from youth and arrogance

Wishing to be other than I was.

When the springtime of my seeking came

I fled the sacred country of my birth

On ships that foundered in torrential seas

Marooned in the thought-streams of my self.

I travelled hearing only one deep call

To consciousness, adventure of delight.

A distillation of flowers came to me

That I might taste the essence of things true.

I came beneath the same sun and moon

Full of meaning as the silent stone,

No molten mass or cold and lifeless place

Habitat perhaps of things unknown,

Conscious as the earth is self-aware

And chosen among all the spheres of space

By one who dances on the Maker's breast

Radiant Mother of the universe.