Another Way To Know

There it goes like a spotlight still in focus, but moving from world to world where dimension does not protest, but leads the way. It is a beautiful way to watch, to be sure. But it demands some doing, some silence. Some trust. Then from the hollows of another heaven it comes. From the rising of the deepest part of the I it comes. This is the overflow; this is the largesse that is needed. It is invoked not by common sense. It comes. This is the way the world is going. It is love that rises when knowing disappears. ~