My Heart Longs to Soar
My heart longs to soar,
Beyond the confines of the mind,
To that place where imagination meets infinity.
On wings of faith,
From the mountaintop of uncertainty,
Through the abyss
Of self doubt and self denial,
Catching the winds
Of self renewal,
Touching forever, resting finally
In the heavens of self love.
And what does one
To one who knows?
The great smile of those
Smug in Allah,
Held in the belly of Buddha,
Moved by the music of Mohammed,
Touched by the reverence of Jesus,
Floating in the arms of Krishna.