God has given me pearls, priceless opaque
periods, whose flawless rotundity
a single spirit, unique, never dimmed,
accommodates - pearls that have been scattered
down the heavy drains of time: I clutch
one, impelled by its beauty into light
that wakes delicate attentions, issues
words, thoughts, meanings, that leave me spectator.
I follow its light to the very heart
where nothing exists save the consciousness
that holds all things, and the pearl disappears
sealing me child of God in a bubble
of beatitude, hovering awhile
like a demonstration to the aeons!
