At the Summit
I asked the wisest man I know
just what it was beyond the word.
"Could it be God?" but he said, "No.
We used that up, millenia ago."
"But I have seen it,
heard it,
tasted it, not with my senses,
but with more!
"Oh, for awhile, it seemed,
I died, but then I realized
the I behind my eyes
just didn't matter anymore...
the universe was magnified,
and all I knew was love."
My mentor looked at me,
"For everyone, it is a secret
one may see and not describe,
one may hear, and never understand--
not you, not I,
nor will it ever be."
~
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