The crooning cry of gulls
At rest on stormy waters
Waken in me a yearning
For clearer eyes and true vision,
Unchanging and content:
Seeing always the hidden core of beauty
The true reality of all things;
Awaking desire to move with ease
Into deep realms of being –
The dimensions of deathlessness.
Here would be oneness.
The tender caring, stripping of all animality
And ugliness; the blight of skin and creed and race.
Here would be seen
Deep pools of iridescent joy,
Primordial substance –
The true identity of timeless love,
And loveliness beheld.