The Ideal

The highest ideal of light and love;
to get there through the human experience.

I have to go through it all,
the highest peaks,
the deepest lows.

I need to embrace it all,
in love.
Feel it all and transmute it all,
into love.

No denying any of it.
Therein lies abundance,
therein lies freedom.

The ability to take it all;
the joy and the pain,
the happiness and the sadness,
all the contradictions,
everything we could possibly experience,
experiencing our Selves,
welcome it all in love,

Turn it all into love.

©steve sniukas

Bliss

What a place to be alive,
inside your Self.

Once you discover the bliss
of falling, of being in love,
when there is no one around.

Homemade bliss,
in your temple
the garden shines,
a fountain of crystal light,
leaves flowing in pale, intense, warm blue,
a hue beyond words.

When there is nothing left but the rawness of life,
feeling it all,
shaken to the core,
split open,
your fire ignites,
spills out of you like water.

You have to feel it, to see it,
coming in and out of your Self,
a dream within a dream.

Dreamlike, only so much clearer,
so far away and yet more present than ever.

( how can you capture an essence, so deep, so pure?
you could spend lifetimes trying to describe it,
to show it in some way, shape or form.
but once you have tasted it,
you are peace, you are love,
you are life, alive.
the only way is to live that poem, as fully as possible.
It’s when death and rebirth begin to make sense.)

©steve sniukas