
Lofty, aspiring like a high green hill,
Beyond the reach of mind for good or ill,

Blazing blood-orange, ruddy as the Sun.

Me dear with holy joy and bliss until
Chanting songs of praise for you is done.

Pacific as Neptune, benevolent, benign,
Bestower of grace by gaze through sight divine.

I dive into my heart obeying your sign,
Melting as a salt doll in your sea of grace

Peak of Wisdom by Alan Jacobs
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