Beyond

There is a life I’ve seen,
Beyond the limits of fear,
Outside the prison of conditioning,
And through the walls of pain.

I have breathed that life.
The blood of it has
Run through me warm and rich.
The fruits of its vine
Are in my limbs
Sinous and strong.

The seeds of it infected me,
And run through the tissue and substance
Of all I am and all I do.
It eats me until
I am transformed.

Come!
Kiss me –
And catch this
Glorious affliction.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp