A young woman lost her lover to murder,
Dreamt she asked him about finding love again,
“When you find it I will be part of it.”
Ram Dass wept to this great love
And when you’re around saints you love everyone too.
I shared a tender moment with my daughter,
Singing the Avalokiteshvara mantra
She watched my dancing hands and my eyes.
Then she slept and I want this forever
When I should want God’s will.
It is less than sin to love the child given to you by God,
But can be more poisonous.
Conversion happens deep
But I can also feel it as sensation
As a new Platonic shape, a crown ether and
Revelation to see what form the universe takes
In a shower the droplets touch my skin
As a thousand God-ideas,
They course downward as we all on earth must do
But the warmth enters
And I am cleansed.
© 2014, Amaya Engleking