Now Stay Right There

There’s a tent-revival problem,
A coming down off the mountain,

Leaving enlightenment behind,
Reentering the world of dust.

You have to go back to the well—
Another retreat, another

Revival, another workshop,
Long hike, pilgrimage, cure, affair.

It feels like the burning question
Is how to bring the holy home,

Spread elevation through all hours,
Levitate the whole awareness.

And when that fails again, it feels
Like the sacred has been cheapened,

Leaving by dawn. But it was real.
Transcendence is conditional.