I awake this morning with a deep spiritual feeling, I sense the presence of god and no longer resist, as I become a believer. The human spirit that was a dying trickle now surges forth slower than before, more voluminous even as the fount settles into the an inner core, radiant and compressing. Merging all life into an infinitesimal singularity; the essence is moot as now life resides.
You are the arduous climb to Mt. Kailash that is the strength of the pilgrims,
the hustle of jostle of the crowds milling around the Kabba that is the faith of the faithful,
the shimmery air of grey seas that is the radiance and centre of the Benedictine chants,
you are the calm of the vedic shloka that gives speed to the sacrificial fire,
the blade of the sikh kripan which carves the sound of shabds,
the stillness of Ganga that shields its flow
I love you not. How can I, for you are the source of all my love, my companion in its discovery, my other half.
kalpaean 