Sanctuary Bells Ring

I blow the feathery brown corpse of a moth gently off the window sill misting gray rain outside adds to the pallor of the moment I think to myself - everything is dying around me and my life too ebbing with each ancient breath despite this revelation... I know there is a forever part to us I sense it in the still, deathlike suspension of my meditation my body an empty temple one pointed cathedral steeples pyramid to infinity I kneel on the hassock within reposing in the splendor of a Presence undefinable, a hush of love ushers over me tears pour from stained glass eyes that unmistakable kiss sustained caress blessed assurance