Cold Toes

These steps these feet know
Uniquely, know no others.
Cold and wet, frozen ache,
Every nervous tingle
This brave consciousness alone
Deciphers saying “I”.
Cold snow, cold toes laugh
Away the grand denials:
Viscous Brahman, gray Nirvana
Being? No, but proud
Imago Dei
self, in love, beloved,
As only ‘I’ can be.
These steps, this cold; others
Know of nothing here, though
Thousandfold they tread this path.
I alone, with One who first
(Forever first) unfolded
Saying “I”.

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