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Peace on the Precipice
by Alison McKenzieKrsna’s mercy follows me,
Though I am not worthy.
Yet I cannot say that my vessel
Is not full at the core of every cell,
The Supersoul permeating,
Infusing every moment with divinity,
Direction and purpose,
Inhaled at every breath,
Even after the last,
Karma guiding a “next”
That this brain does not fathom.
These tired eyes gather data,
Ears straining for guidance,
This heart beating,
Desire notwithstanding.
Entangled in the grips of maya,
I swim long strokes
In the flow
Of Illusion’s River,
This body rests
But I do not,
Visiting other realms
While the delta waves
Rock the body
Locked in physicality.
Somehow I stay
Even while my soul
Pleads for home.
Somehow I take another breath
And stay beyond sighing.
Last night I bargained -
I would become a daughter again
For one more life in his gaze,
All possible conditions accepted.
Alas, I woke in this shell
With all the work still ahead.
My gypsy soul is ready
For adventure,
And so I bide these tides
And wait for dawn.
07/27/2009 Posted on 07/27/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/28/09 at 02:09 AM Oh, I gasp at the beauty of this. Really. There is so much to love in it. This is one of those times I would love to cut and paste a favorite phrase or mark a special stanza, but I cannot. The whole pulses with longing, hope, fortitude, and love... and poetic genius. Magnificent. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/28/09 at 01:03 PM ...ali, everything Glenn said. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/30/09 at 05:33 PM everything
this is beyond beyond |
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