MYSTIC MUSINGS

We're enmeshed in multitudinous unity,
A brief breath of life, sensed in brevity,
Interspersed with pangs of joy and levity,
Rewarded by love or punished with severity.

Such is the mysterious game of life,
Death is her enigmatic truly wedded wife;
Together they play the fiddle on fields of grey,
While little me knows not what will come or may.

I rambled in the greenly grassy wooded grove,
A sunfilled public park in which I often rove,
The welcoming warmth from this tiny midget star,
Set on the cusp of the great milky way afar,

Is a molten mass of atomic exploding flame,
Fed from the Great Sun Absolute without a Name.
A black cloud arose and obscured the lovely light,
Those glorious gleams were no more in my sight.

It's almost the same as with our Inner Sun,
The microcosm of that vast Almighty One.
Dark clouds of vasansas cloak the Self like night,
But Self Enquiry restores the light so bright!