The Spirit Moves Poem by Robert Dummett

The Spirit that sparks my veins moves my soul
Moves my mind like a meteor in arc
Is my Great Flame.
And I am engulfed by White radiance
Free on rising wings.

The Spirit that opens the Single Eye
Moves my ears to the drone of drums
The Voice lips no words.
And I am slow to grasp my heritage
Eating crumbs with bitter herbs in harshness.

The reveille that stirs from slumber
Bathes my body in Light of New Day
Casting off burdens.
And I am dead to strife and seeking
When labour and laden surrender to rest.

The dreams of yesterday fall like dominoes
Precious birthright for a pottage
Slaps my butt to screams.
And I rise spring clean cobwebs nesting
Behold, Light and Love Bestowed.

And I am swamped in the Stream of Virtue
The Word speaks: it is done, it is done!
I am the Awakened One.