Enlightenment

Ripped open soul standing naked amidst clouds of blue flames,

All the elements are merged into a shadow-less being.

At last the beingness in me sprouts its first ever seed of love.

In the beginning I could not open the wings

and take off beyond the barbed fences of memory;

then the gale of grief began to wane,

I tiptoed through the winding path lined by green trees of time.

Now I reached the snowy peak of my true nature,

where beauty is glistening in the cool white light of purity.