xi.

speechless prophets
dance with abandon
in moonlit fields—
like animals,
like gods.

they pass with ease
through this realm,
floating in revelation,
unburdened by
cyclic thought.

the wordless knowing,
the acceptance
without pretense;
if we relinquish
grasping ambitions,

the epiphany 
of our own truth 
astounds us—
leaves us breathless, 
laughing

for the pure joy,
the marvel 
of a world
free from illusion,
filled with Love.

lex