The Enlightenment

( Author's Note: The following text is inspired
by the philosophical works of L. Ron Hubbard,
to whom I am eternally grateful.)

I am touched by your aura
as with magical music and mystical wind.
Thousands of miles are but a grain of sand.

So it is you who make the seasons,
the earth which flows
from the mouth of the sea
to a perfect rose and majestic peaks.

( Even these words I write
are words written with a beauty
which is your hand. )

Spirit of Wine
with bouquet so sweet
the senses faint nearing it,
flood fragrant essence
in the air of my vine
and my limbs droop
limp with sweet drunkeness.

Creator of time without moment,
maker of space without place,
former of all things without form,
yet I feel your presence stirring
in the air like rays of sunlight soothing
my face.

Teacher of love and light,
by your example show the way
to the life of the eight circles, or dynamics,
which live in you.

To see
the harmony of the Universe
first begins with me.

Make me your comrade
to traverse the seas and shores
and help restore the light
to all the eyes of Earth:

The love and care for self,
for spouse and child
and friends and countrymen,
the Caucasian, the Negro and Mongol,
the flowering plants and budding trees,
animals, birds and the fishes of the seas,
for the planet on which we depend called Earth,
and beauty of all the beings of creation-
to journey upon the road of Infinity,
when we own again our godlike stature,
and live the grandeur
of Immortality.

Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels