Becoming the Healer

There is comfort in the arms of Earth

The sky's embrace and water's wash

The solace of the fire's warmth

To know, within this state of grace

The ebb and flow of matter

Must bring to me a silence

A respite, omnipresent and shapeless

In the shades of you and I

Eternity perpetuates, in perfect lines and prisms

Its Self and essence, filling all

Swelling to a vanishing

And rolling back again

I have been punished by my anger

The blinding scarlet flame

That would make of me a furnace

Ablaze, despite my shame

I bear the name

Of all who bear the many forms

Of recurring consciousness and presence

We have a jagged line to cross

We'll cross it nonetheless

When we learn to love the All in each

Then shall we convalesce.