There is a light that disturbs the sensitivities;
majesty and grace that breaks open the soul,
leaving it un-mended.
I see this light; feel this majesty and grace
in fleeting episodes of contemplative silence
where temporal noise is cancelled out
in a cross-cycle of energies hovering above
my feeble sense of reality.
There the soul is a vessel to be shattered;
memories rise as ethereal spirits
from a subset structure of pain and longing;
the order of emotions crumble into
smoldering heaps of rage or misery.
From within this chaos, a faint voice appears.
It alights as a dove of peace,
glows with an affectionate fury
deeper than the strongest cosmos.