Some say god is dead
never did exist
a word given, a path lead
but I know i felt the rapture of her bliss.
Even these words fall empty
have no value, letters on a page
for on one brilliant morning I walked
inside a universe I fell
speared by a love not sought, deserved
I dissolved into this.

I was the eye inside the eye
a heart within the heart
a million intersecting atoms
a sunrise of bliss.

And then years passed
I battled by time.
And I stood by Ghandhi's grave
in a land where mystics live
and felt the unrequited love
so soft as if kissed by her dove.