Ecstasy

Turning round I see, surprised,
a large, round, living temple.
I am here, part of it all,
I am part of it all.
I look at the world
and the world looks back at me.
I am not alone.
This is Ecstasy.

Standing, I feel. So tender
and being held so tenderly.
My sadness is like a soft bud
velvet and moist,
my tear a dew drop
trembling on the tip of my nose.
I am so happy to feel.
This is Ecstasy

We sing, we laugh, we share
and most of all, we care.
We let each other see
the beauty inside
without shame or anxiety.
We're happy and free.
This is Ecstasy.

by an established professional English woman, written just after experiencing ecstasy for the first time with some close friends. The 'temple' was a yurt.