The moon’s orb waxes and wanes/
On me for days, like a holiday without limits
Prize emotions, going into battle
Mortality, salty and sweet –
–
Sickness melts into health
Abandonment into revelation
My longing for the music of the soul
Cannot be kept down for long, the
Tambourine-sun of my heart/
Is Venus personified, shinning like
Heart break spread upon rosebuds
Of the playing in concert of final compassion
–
I obliterate pain, with eye medicine
My vision exceeds night-fantasy
The ground underfoot becomes
A living hue of the plumb and culprit grace
All-around, that we are sometimes blind to/
I have been lifted by Jupiter, to the highest throne
The dawn where love is more, than merely
A person, or a personal salvation
–
I am the criss-cross of splendour, a student
Of wishes that turn to subtle praise
For the exceeding wisdom in existence
Listen, for the light of my owlish grin.
29.4.2013
Wuji Seshat 
“Sickness melts into health.” I love that.
Yes it’s long been known spirituality heals, that’s why so often when we have a ‘hard period’ in our lives, we becoming more spiritually sensitive and receptive.
This could be the loss of a loved one, or cancer or divorce or anything really…
You were among the fifteen people I was allowed to choose for an award nomination after I had been nominated. Please see my post re instructions on how to post to your page.
Nicely done. Wuji. I always marvel at the subtlety of small changes, and what they do to meanings. For instance, “…a student of wishes that turn…” can become “…a student of wishes which turns…”