Poems of Narad

Every Mortal Turn

There are times when the great mystery
Seeming impenetrable reveals itself
And we awakened suddenly can see
Beyond simplistic knowing, unrevealed
A movement of the living Deity.
This may happen in a waking dream
Or in a night of deep and dream-like sleep
Or dream-experience, a God-like gift,
For in ourselves the growing Light we keep
That can through all the traumas of man exist
Untouched by the false immediate
In every mortal turn, in each life's twist.