The Chalice

The expansion
has grown large enough
to pass through.

No longer
the eye of a needle,
no longer the camel;
this infusion
projected into
a lustrous gratitude -
appearances and concepts
swept away
by the onslaught.

I can’t point to
an event and say
this was the road
I traveled -
the pivot
where surrender
smothered my ego;
brought me
to the virtue of chaos,
lucid confusion,
conclusive duality -
filled my hands with light;
my heart blooming
helplessly.


© 2001 Melissa Songer