Warmth of Familiarity

I.

I awakened to the kiss of sunshine.

The embrace of the Beloved ignites my passion to be a

wondrous being of light

and joy,

in a disenchanted world.

Singing to me, her three part song

cuts through the darkness like

like flashing, fire flies

filling frigid nights with a

warmth of familiarity

that feeds my famished, frenzied soul.

II.

I can see it in your eyes;

this power of life that sets the universe ablaze,

spins light and dark out of the nothingness,

initiates rapid movement out of stillness

and teaches you

and me,

how to dance with creation and creator.

III

You stand perched before the universe,

your radiant beauty shifting in the colors and patterns

of the rainbow covered by that opaque mask,

the dull silver armor painted with pastels

and covered with tattoos to hide the fact

that it is just a metal shell covering the worship of ages at

the center of your being.

We dance, we live,

carrying out the roles created by the True Self,

to move this eternal soul through another world

of struggle and tragedy.

Like rivers of light we turn the darkness,

cover it in our brilliance,

convert its molecular, sub-atomic patterns to

the motion that re-ignites the visible light and then

allows it to fall again back to

the stillness of darkness,

which is the womb of every thought,

feeling,

possibility that will ever exist in time and space.

Why else do we exist?

To learn to dance with the light and dark, Beloved

so when we return to that gentle good night

we will leave just a bit of our love

in this trouble world

like Jonnie Apple Seeds,

and will turn this old world of bitterness

and unnecessary, unnecessary, unnecessary violence

into a forest of love.

Om Prakash

March 1, 2013

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