The spark of the divine, dwells within all
Yes, even in you, despite your denial,
But trust is required before it can
take its seat in the diamond which lies
In the fertile crescent, in the fecund chambers
of your heart, which de leon called sephiroth
and others call chakras.
There is but one god, but her names are many
And just as there is a Garden, called Eden
where your soul is conceived;
there is another garden called Gethsemene
Wherein it's measure is taken,
in preparation for the final ascent
of the hill called Golgatha.
In each garden there is a tree
Some call it the tree of life,
and some say it is the tree of knowledge
while still others say the tree of sacrifice
where All Farther hangs upside down
And an other is transformed.
And at Eleusis an ear of corn is elevated,
` And worshippers fall into a trance ,
from which they emerge refreshed and renewed.
And some would call this poet apostate,
But like the butterfly, he just is.
And dancing with Shiva ends the slavery.
of ignorance, and I am content
"to find splendor in the grass
and glory in the flower."