Bowl Of Bliss Poem by Robert Rittel

The heat, Mosquitoes and no sleep
high pitched busing irritating reap.
Under wet sheets taken to a pilgrimage within,
letting go of agitations towards the higher self to begin.
Where moving subtle light and shades are the same,
taken the breath to the lowest frame.
Where the maiden of gentle spirit sitting by the wheel of the dreaming loom,
taken the inspiration of the truth to the furnace of bloom.
The body in transcendent echo of time conclusion,
the mental equilibrium in no more pollution.
Solar grace of all light perception,
intangible celestial spirit life conception.
Traveling soul to spheres of unconditional land,
where the tree of life by the spring and its nectar is found.
Sensing the intellect of the awakening heavens kiss,
reserved for the spirit warrior to receive a bowl of bliss.
Sitting in this quantum metaphor brings clarity profound,
silence in poetic vision is the realm of eternal sound.
From the all in one consequence of a soul in tune of pray,
touching symphonies of love without delay.