TRAILS (an unscientific quantum spirituality poem)

Sanskrit Chant:
Asatoma sadgamaya
Tamaso ma jyothirgamaya
Mrithyor ma amrithamgamaya

From the unreal into the real
From darkness into light
From death into eternal life

The Journey Home

I

Beyond our fragile treasured events
Spectacular birth-death-decay parades to honor
A dramatic Darwinian
Human creatures-eating-creatures world,
Thieving, belching victors,
(and pay phantoms no mind, their blank-faced, loveless lives)
(they will go extinct).

We finally arrive -
Explosive hugs at the dimensional border -
A bang of golden alchemical suns
Summons all souls to the edge
Of life-unharmed, life protected.

Witness precious seeds take root in gardens with no predators!

What once was
Or seemed to be - tired stomping, angry thoughts,
Now landscape arranged by the gentle
Creator of color and vast sovereign majesty.

One conqueror when we join forces.

We enter hallways prepared by ancient ones.
The least first.
Step gingerly, humbly into Reality.

II

In time
There is only doing and undoing
Philosophy only frivolous, so-clever conjecture.
In time
There is only memory and expectation
A treadmill of inventions eventually discarded
Though spiked with sparkle and synchronicities
Of numbers, parallel lives, events, dream encounters,
Cards and planetary beams.

Then there is prayer, by any name
Asatoma sadgamaya
Beyond time the doors open
Tamaso ma jyothirgamaya
And music of spheres
Deep chanting
Presents itself
Where Life IS
Mrithyor ma amrithamgamaya
Robed in unseen blues
The color of love.

Here is left only a crumb of time
A morsel
In event the bright luminosity of peace
Becomes boring,
Or if love-without-end is not enough
To eat.

February 2018