Mansions (A Contemplation)

MANSIONS (a contemplation) Sit Get comfortable Relax Eyes closed (for most) A mantra if you wish He called them “Mansions” Those which have no name in their space He urged “Go into your closet” That door which fades where ceiling walls and floor fall away unto crystalline unbounded clarity You think of nothing but nothing has a silent voice a presence Your essence merges is His essence the essence of all And in all inclusive there is only one One comes at times (for some) of deepest blue a globe fringed with swirling flecks of gold There is music heard only by soul color realized in mind-memory alone Knowledge knowledge that many masters have passed this way I inhale their lingering blended spirit and am fortified Knowledge knowledge that there is universal memory and in each tiny human brain memory of all all that is or has ever been Knowledge knowledge along the ever turning wheel at this stop at all stops along the wheel There resides but a single voice And that voice those all-comprehending eyes and ears available eternally to all