“Eyes reflecting the secrets of the divine dance
and twine like pools of moonlit serenity, offering a glimpse of heaven.”–Unknown
For one who loves adventure,
This long, circuitous one has been most unwelcome.
Pain was the tour guide…
The engineer.
Pain placed a hood over my head,
And I became blind.
It grabbed my hand and said let’s go.
I railed against this track, this crazy train.
I hadn’t known that pain was the very vehicle,
That would take me to the ethereal,
The sacred,
The thin place.
The bag over my head is no more.
I can see.