With urge to soon embark on holy quest
ascending to the peak of spirit’s verge,
I journeyed forth with breast full-brim with zest
and faith you’d fill my tanks to fullest surge.
Prepared for tests that might make me oppressed,
I guessed I would eventually emerge
inside the glow of sacred love, possessed
of mind made pure and free by this deep purge.
At first my path was strewn with bits of bliss
and kissed with rapture in your radiance.
I wondered if the hard road had been missed–
or would there be a change in gradients?
I sensed the path might well encounter twists;
made efforts so as not to become tense
with apprehension when I entered mists
of pain. I knew I would gain recompense!
So onward I proceeded, riding high,
surrendering all thoughts of how or why.