It's Him Surely

As I see images of solar prominences,
Have I glimpsed the opening of another eye?
The unifying third that perceives and destroys it all?

In a trance I watch those dancing flames;
Looping onto themselves at times,
Jumping up with sheer abandon at others.

In the darkness that surrounds this brilliance,
I have seen the blue-throated one
And his consort wrapped in red too.

Melded in their eternal dance;
Balancing conception with annihilation,
and blending sustenance with genesis.

It is Him surely, is it not?
And then the dream broke.

It is a firmament of brilliance once more.
This time, the stars appear mellow
Glistening like rolling sand on a luminous beach

When I see the crescent moon, do I see him too?
bearing the milky river on his head
and smiling benevolence on my troubled soul.

In those tender wafting lilt of lilies
and silver shadows of the balmy night
in this unnamed ache that never fades

 It is Him surely, is it not?

And then the dream broke.