Ecstacy

A tear, a drop

At the corner of the eye

Neither the precursor of a gush of passion

The stinging smoke of a slick oil wick set aflame

By a spark of an event experienced

Nor the mind’s reaction

To a tangled skein of emotions

Pulled at by a stray loose end

It is the twin of a smile sculpted

by a vibrating peace

within and beyond

chaos and harmony

The one perfect drop of excess

of a brimming soul

gently imprinted

by the winged lotus feet

of life divine.