Passing into Truth & Grace

Ephemeral, transitory, mystical.
Changing each day, each year, these lives
While life unveils and while I cry... and sigh... and die.

Ideologies and emotions:
Convictions;
Dividing my conscience.

Chasing and escaping,
Must I give up my self?
Self is gone. It is not here. It never was.

I am seeking this truth that I embrace.
And I am pleasured by the rare experience of passing through it.
Not to reach...
But to be washed in again, again, again.
To grasp not, but to endure.

A rush. Not to be in control,
But to truly experience...
My own mystery, my own grace.

To give and carry and embrace,
To know not by degree but by essence,
The sacred sound of marching, the sweet silence of being.

(February 2004)