Meditation's Movement

I gaze into the sacred waters
focusing beyond the others
hoping now to see the face
of love within this moment's grace

focused solely on the sight
a rhythm courses through the night
as a mist of rain starts drifting down
surrounding me in sound

I sense a presence drawing near
and turn to see a vision clear
standing in the moon's soft light
a figure, caught in aura bright

beyond the sense of features seen
I know the light of all he's been
and time stands still
as if against our very wills

caught in transubstantiation
in the depth of an initiation
in never-ending cyclic flow
there within the moonlit glow

Moving ever toward the center
of the heart, he bids me enter

Copyright 1998 Michaelette L. Romano
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