- 1.1-03 Kabbalistic Cross
Loosely spread lap of draped cloth
Soft white linen of life
Arms over knees, palms inward
Brush of hands point to earth
Blue veins flooding with warm red
Head down, eyes open
Inward flows a thought
Alone, slipping through memories
Death tiptoes around me
As if careful not to shuffle my heart
He knows my pain
Sitting beside me invisible
Beautiful gray tender knight
His eyes liquid sorrow
His head like blue bell turned my way
He feels deep into my scars
"I am that I am"
Translation from an ancient Egyptian text carved into a doorway, a sacred place.
"I have, at last, reached MY goal,
And solved the secret of MY soul.
I am THAT, to whom I prayed,
THAT, to whom I looked for aid.
I am THAT, whom I did seek.
I am MY own mountain peak.