Wave After Wave of Presence

At the beginning of day
My white skin seemed tired and sad.
As though even flesh itself
Could not believe in innocence.

Whatever angels hovered
Came with withered smiles
Reflecting more wisdom than joy.
Then last night I dreamed

I was a flaming tiger,
Splendor of fireworks exploding
High above among the blazing stars.
For forty days and fifty nights

Silence was drowned by
Music and celebrations filled with
Merriment and radiant delight,
Renewing realms that had never

Seen such glorious and vivid morning Light.
Perplexity and doubt were finally vanquished—
Wave after wave of Presence
Prevailing, complete while softly brushed by Love.