Same Sacred Soil Of The Heart Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

THERE IS NO RELIGION HIGHER THAN TRUTH -MADAME BLAVATSKY

Veins cross arteries in a world wide stream
Transmorphing spirits from the past
Appearing at once in an earthly dream
With every grasping soul at last

Mingling into a wind of scattering dust
An encompassing wave overcoming all
Exiting the stage in a timely matter
Hurling ourselves into the blazing sun

Just before life; then after death
Exist the land of nod
Come only when what lacking breath
Your eyes focus on God

The slaughter wasn't in the numbers
Every snowflake bares a fingerprint
To be relinquished to the humble
Stellar formations riding the crowns

Glory at the table
Passing sweet wine
O heavenly fable
Blessed divine

Such trivial agonizing vanishes
Pain is a subdued anesthesia
Once one arrives on the other side
In the spirit of love

Rhythm
Hearts
Understanding
Souls
One

SATYAT NASTI PARO DHARMAH - MAHARAJAH OF BENARES