Wednesday, May 01, 2013
all at once I was there the Presence
a torrent of ecstasy seamlessly pitched
beyond our range of hearing a Light
too blindingly pure--unseeable by eyes
I don't know why it descended on me
abruptly out of nowhere everywhere
splitting me open like a milkweed pod
piercing straight to my defenseless soul
snowy seeds of awe and pain rapture
and longing spilled into the drastic air
they're numberless the names of God
who can say one's right one's wrong?
each is born from ravished awakening!
the name that now unerringly struck
transfixing me, was this: Infinitely Holy
I felt this loved this died this knew this
This is what I am you are everything
no matter how outrageously we forget
I wept at human folly the difference
between how we live and what we are
This beautiful poem by Bob Savino captures in a very special way the moment of awakening to divine presence. Many who undergo spontaneous Kundalini awakening undergo such experience--unexpected, rapturous, and nearly overwhelming.
(Note: the above picture is what I am (again) seeing from my window today. Once again, we are having substantial snow, even though it is now May.)