A Sonnet

Many are the heavens I have known,
Towering spire teasing sky yonder;
On massed up snow, at apex the One,
Bull, Male, the primordial wonder!

Many are the heavens I have known,
Upon Ananta reclining our world He dreams.
Nursing all souls to befit the crown,
Wide as He, pouring love by a hundred streams.

Many are the heavens I have known,
By the Mother’s clasp of rousing strength,
Coursing through arm and bone 
A new living slowly does entereth.

But all I eschew, for a heaven yet unknown
A place by my Master’s feet and that couch of renown.