Call Down Peace

9/17/09

Each moment now is precious though I waste

The hours with these same incessant thoughts

That enter subtly through the fissured brain,

Redundant openings to stations left

Lives ago, still seeking to return,

Troublesome and wearying and old.

I have found a way for entrance of the light

Directly to the heart and if the call

Be pure enough, sustained, in truth, sincere

They come in force, the dual avatars.

Stilling of the mind remains undone

But a wideness and a bliss envelope self,

A recognition of the need to love

Each facet of this million-bodied soul

Of man, a love beyond the ego's grasp

And call down peace from its immortal sphere.