The Veil of Flame

I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage, With bars adorned with hints of desire, And shadows widened in the twilight, I called on the quiet and searched The echoes of longing for answers As I walked on the brink of hunger and terror. But in the silent surge of love’s embrace, An unknown voice emerged, Wide and motionless Its song a mirror to my forgetting, “I am not these passing tides of thought nor this shroud of time.” Once thick with illusion, The flame’s curtain transformed into a portal To the unnamed inside, There, in an unending instant, The living light unrestrained enveloped me As the lifeblood of what I already am, not as something that can be comprehended or discovered No happiness could be greater Then the absence of a lack And no rapture could surpass this silence To recognize the eternal face in everything is to disappear into the actual sight.