Ecstasy comes calling
To save us from ourselves,
To abolish the dead and the dreary,
Freshen our souls, and
Summon us back into the center of our sacredness,
Our rightful home.
A sweet kiss of bliss and surrender.
When ecstasy comes calling,
She carries a standing ovation for your Spirit.
Humility takes a breather,
Firmly rooted you stand, straight and still.
Claiming your ground,
Arms branching outward into the sunlight of your own joy.
And the beasts in the forests raise their voices aloft,
Howling a chorus of jubilation
For a true and timeless kindred,
Now liberated from the hardship of drudgery’s grip.
And the yellow daffodils spring forth into fields of enchantment and delight,
Announcing the end to all torment and struggle.
Each twinkle of laughter
Disrupting the ceaseless despair.
Born into ecstasy,
Again, and again.
Closing the great Circle of Life.