The morrow after genesis, 

marrow infused with

mysticism imbibed at Eleusis,

Demeter's blessing granting

a novel softness of tread, 

antidote to dread, yet

sharpness of spirit 

that might look upon

every sunrise as analgesic, 

and will no longer delimit

in accordance with cowardice, 

nor the convention of artifice, 

but will allow the sheer 

cheer of being to abound, 

as gateway to the profound. 

 

The playground of phenomena 

now inviting, and the furnace

forging the ephemeral

no longer slighting, 

Martha and Mary, 

Doing and Being, may

at long last co-exist, 

courtesy of a confluence

of answers already within,

and new illumined 

pathways of seeing...