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Isolated Enlightenment


White walls encompass my daily life They are blank Yet the table of my mind is full I listen to the clamorous silence See the burning fire of its eminence Feeling the torrid heat of assurance That I will taste the bitter tang of peace At what cost I might seem lost But I know that I can never be alone There will always be that divine song Coming from the angels singing in the celestial choir Of God, who is Almighty Isolated from humanity and all its lusts? Please. No, I am not exempt I simply deflect the blows of that animal rage With the shield of silence and meditation I ignite temptation with the conflagration Derived from the deepest and whitest fire That fire is the life of me And it has grown larger As I have removed myself from the conformity Spoken of Matthew 6:33 I have been renewed by the transformation of my mind And it has left me blind To the needs of my flesh I have isolated my soul from body and my body from my flesh We are three-fold. And now having removed myself from the gravity of the world I can escape the pull of that black hole And maneuver myself dodging the asteroids of hate The comets of lust And pulsations coming from the Circles of Hell To Paradiso, that Divine Comedy no Dante. I am fulfilled.
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