God of All-
I long for Your sweet scent:
A fragrant hint of gentle cradling
In the showering grace of ambrosial trails.
I long to follow the vestiges of Your balm,
Which mark beings and places as memories
In Your heart.
Some days, I wither and dry
In the absence of Your provision.
Or do I ignorantly choose to fast?
Other days, I sprout and pullulate
seeds of Your loving kindness.
Or do I merely manifest the already circulating?
All days:
Your breath warms my soul-
A source of light to grow
Into communion with other enraptured
Memories.
May I ever detect Your incense in All
And share in the banquet of this existence.
Amen.
[Inspired by Amrit Kirtan, Pannaa 395, and the non-canonical Gospel of Truth]
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