On The Roof Of The World Poem by Helen Crutchett

something touched me
deep in the forest of slumber,
arousing senses to the possibility
all was not lost on Earth's
perplexing plane

twisting lanes of labyrinth's
steppingstones, worn to smooth
dared me to solve the mystery of
a Temporal world devoid of the
Divine pathway.

suddenly I was jolted from my reverie
I sensed no golden guiding light,
I, a seeker of truth and light am
Weighed down in an earthly body.

longing for my Soul to soar,
spinning to the roof of the World
where I saw you whirling
like a Dervish, drunk with love,
caught in a sandstorm
In reunion with the Beloved. ~