The Sacred Valley

I must go into the Valley of Death

 Between the mountains of Time and Matter,

  Into the blinding light of Creation.

With faith, aware in each calmly felt breath;

 Within peace, no wraith of fear shall shatter;

  My self vanishes in meditation.

Herein I am and I live and I dance, 

 Each feeling, thought and step in balance,

  Adoring my Lord and God as man,

As a star in night’s vast heavenly span,

 As a drifting white cloud in a blue sky,

  In clear, running waters thin fishes ply,

In the letters in the words of this poem –

  In all, everywhere, I shall make my home.