and against the infinity
of the cosmos,
the human consciousness
shines out as the
icon of intimacy.
It is in this symbol
of human consciousness,
the divinity in creation
comes nearest to itself.
The human consciousness
is thus,the icon of creation.
Every one of us also has
an inner face which is always
sensed, but never seen.
In our human journey
we strive always
to make this inner face
more and more beautiful.
I think of you
And cry,
Separation is forever
Why be born
Just then, to die?
We meander,
Back and forth
Like a lost
Autumnal leaf
Waiting for the frost,
Which is our final
Resting reef
Having dreamt so long
Of precious love
Or maybe never,
Having, loved at all.