The Future of the Body

Under the mild and public self the soul detects
The Eden Body: the sizzle of electrons centers
Memories of gardens, every cell suspects
That every instant hides a door that enters
Into Heaven’s first wild light, freeing
Every bush to burn with evident divinity
Dazzling out from every aperture of Being
Like internal stars.
Now we sniff infinity
Like dogs far from home, we fumble
The fruits of opportunity like darkened Eve
And Adam, and numb with patterns stumble
Toward the storefronts of samsara. But: believe.
Believe that ecstasy is this close, young
As Creation offering its prize:
The sound and savor of a thousand tongues,
And the soft wide eyes of Paradise.