The possibilities of the soul haunt me-
Could I really be a host
To the immensity of the Universe?
Those murmurs of a subterranean flood-
Are they precursors of Infinity?
That intermittent glow behind my eyes-
Is it leashed to contain
The blinding lightning of Truth?
This breath of mine,
Inhaled, exhaled,
Does it coil benumbed into me,
To blow as the wind of Awareness?
The phoenix of my consciousness,
Reduced to burnt passion for life,
Can it rise from the ashes
To soar the skies of the Self-
Unfettered by custom baptised by men
To look like divine law-
While Divinity sleeps on my eyelids,
Waiting for them to lift
And let It in…