Master of Solitude

His spirit mastered solitude

As he worked in stone

Rooting himself in the primal matrix

That gives us life

He had a mind with roots that reached deep

He was a champion of being

And trusted in the spirit that guided him

Even into the darkness

He was a master

In that he could sit still

Deep inside the disturbance of the opposites

Awaiting the clearing of the mud

As the lotus of himself

Arose from the light he birthed

Out of the darkness

Of those mysterious depths

The wisdom he found there

He willingly shared

Sometimes

Overwhelming all understanding

Of the mind

But if we bathe in his story

Tuning in deeply

To the hidden mystery

It’s healing peace

Will enter our being

And grant it

A knowing of our soul’s eternity

Completion

And rest