The Land of No Beginnings
To enter here is not to enter anywhere.
For time never was, and space was always illusion.
Thus to enter nowhere at no time
is to cross over into eternal always.
But where is this ‘Land of no Beginnings’?
Why can’t I find it?
It’s as though I could reach out with both hands;
pinch the fabric of spacetime, as in a dream.
I’ll tear it open this gashing psychic wound.
Unwrap my gift of timeless beauty.
What must end could only have begun.
Step through to forever be happy
in the land we never started.
I can’t go it alone.
You must come with me!
Only when you’re ready, of Course.
Hand in hand,
we’ll step through our tears together,
and forever be happy.
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2023
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