Filled With The Divine Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I take great care what I eat, making sure it's
something sweet, then tidy my work station:
washing teaspoons and cups in an old tub -
pour boiling water into cups that have black
algae growing in them, what with my seldom

using real soap, cover milk & coffee tins with
pink and blue cloths, rearrange a pink rose in
front of my keyboard, place the little sea horse
on my see-through paperweight - symbolising
the purity of crystal consciousness

Behind me a blue polka-dot sun screen and
gangster cap are neatly placed upon striped
paper while a lime-green paper plate is affixed
next to a smiling Madiba & on my right, yellow
paper plates represent the golden crown of

the highest spiritual aura; a purple scarf on my
2nd chair illustrates my search for wisdom & now
I know why we must grow old and not die before
our time: to gain enough wisdom to obviate the
need for reincarnation in this universe, and to

move on to other planes intersecting our physical
space, existing at such a high vibration we cannot
discern them with our 5 senses, when conscious-
ness finally leaves my body at death I shall shoot
like a supernova, moving faster than light, into a

new dimension where we attain light conscious-
ness; a feeling of being filled with the Divine, with
love, peace, joy and ecstasy - quite impossible to
relay in limited human terms…

[30 January 2015]