Noumena
Vast shimmering space,
throbbing by God’s grace,
beheld in clear sight ~
self-existent light.
Tong of truth extracts
behind the veil facts,
unknown to our mind,
which we’ve left behind.
God’s light, soft white shines
and love for love pines
to assimilate
bliss in stillness sedate.
There’s no here or there,
for God’s everywhere;
if our eye’s single,
pheromones mingle.
03-December-2022
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