There is a high place on this earth,
where poets go, & mystics, & seekers
who dwell alone in the canyons & deserts
of their imagination, I think the Goddess calls us,
& only the truest heed the call, the Lovers,
the brave ones, the heroes, I think they gather their hearts
& swear to ascend or die, I have been on that road,
I have seen the forgotten bodies of pilgrims propped in
perfect grace like signposts on the path as the constellations
urge them upwards, I have been there & I have felt
the wings of my Visions gradually shimmer into stars,
I have bathed in the eyes of the Cosmos & felt the rivers
of the nebulae blaze upon my skin, I knew I would
dance forever, I knew I would laugh & weep
& lie with a thousand Beauties in the orchards,
for I saw the rivers surge out across the dry land
& each of them was cool & nourishing & good,
I heard the tumult of the waves & the far flung mystery
of the ocean, I felt the wind & breathed the endless
fragrance of the forests & the meadows sweet with bloom,
the comets spoke of new horizons & I heard the music
of the spheres, I took my passion & came forth gladly,
& I mingled with the crowds, & the dawn still lingered in
your window, & I kissed you & Light was born...