The Flower Of Enlightenment Poem by Alexander Thomas

By fate the chime of a celestial awakening,
From a spirit of strength unwavering,
Lost in a divine reverie of blinding light,
Into the sea man fell from a great height,

Man drowns in love and at him you frown,
But is is where everyone would love to drown,
Now with tears turned into precious jewels,
All those who still doubt cynical fools.

The object of illusion the alluring flower,
The senses the source of sublime power,
Go with love in your heart and bow to all,
No longer with a wretched life to brawl.

This mortal fate did make man a martyr,
But with faith in life he did implacably barter,
In man's spiritual mission he did not fail,
For love itself is the immortal Holy Grail.