This poem is reprinted from Raphael Stoneman's website: A. H. Non-Profit


when the tongue is wet with the taste of existence

and the lungs are full of the breath of being

when the eyes are moist with drops of compassion

and the heart is wide open for humanity

when the ears drum with the excitement of sound

and the brain doesn’t assign any meaning

when the hands are engaged in simple activity and

the body feels like an instrument played

when the mind is still and calm

and the thoughts dance on the surface of absolute silence

when all that is tasted, seen, heard, touched and known is That

this is a state of grace