Embody

Here with a smile as sad thoughts bleach, I count my days in surge of pain; Joy takes a while to seep and reach, As pain sculpts clay now and again. My quest for peace starts with void deep, I hear a voice that calls to me; Brief shaft of ease in dance of sleep, Stream pique of poise that craft can be. There is a way within that shows, A touch unseen like in a dream; A mellow play of words that flow, A gap between where stillness streams. A hidden fire burns warm and bright, Deep soul marks heart with body-mind; Spirit now sires a lovely light, Glimpses now start to help me find. Faith channels hope in glimpse that calls, Love abides here in deep desire; Joy sculpts and scopes as echoes fall, Goodwill seeds clear true burning pyre.