In a sea of pure awareness,
On the threshold of a dream,
The walls between realities
Begin to shake and gleam.
The union of spirit and flesh
Fuses the sacred and the profane.
She extinguishes the last remaining molecule
Of atavistic guilt.
A cloud of bewilderment forms, then recedes.
A direct experience, a return to the primitive,
A wordless conversation
Between a starchild and the galaxy that gave her birth.
Guided by the strange, glowing light that shines,
She inhabits the moment fully,
Without her practiced and habitual nonchalance.
The moment is sacred and unique.
Beyond the realms of ecstasy,
Where soaring spirits dwell,
The heavens open up on her
And liberate her hell.