You rose
From the catacombs of my apathy
As if you were Lazarus rising
From the world of the dead.
And with your torch of light,
Like a Colossus of Rhodes,
You illuminated the seven seas
Of my body.
In that instant one could see
A sea of sargassos
Entangling my hair,
And the red ocean
Of my drumming chest.
No need for you to share
Your bread or fish,
Nor pour your wine.
For the Eucharist of your eyes
Had already given me
The nutrients required
For the survival
Of my forsaken soul.
Once again
I tasted ambrosia,
And the ethereal became matter,
As if conjured
By Sathya Sai Baba.
