the angel of the cosmos

"Be sensible," they say.
"Come to your senses."

Why should I restrict awareness
to these nerve endings, glorious as they are,
mere temps in the Office of Eternal Splendor?

"Think about it! Think about what you are doing!"
Well, okay. I am. I do. Think about it.

You know what no one says?
"Open to the Intuition
that calls you into being,
to the Vast Awareness."

But It says
and I listen
and I take It by the hand,
this Cosmic Angel, and am lifted into realms supernal.