The Vision
The Vision
All that I asked was to see it again, the Vision I had of the All,
It was crystalline clear and filled up my soul, but now it’s beyond my recall,
A melee of wonder and exquisite scenes, beyond what the mind could suppose,
It needed a well that was deeper than mine, for it knew how the Cosmos arose.
Beings there were both fierce and benign, in forms you could never believe
They looked at our thoughts in gentle resign, could anyone be so naïve?
Dimensions of glory and limitless realms, so faraway seemed to entice,
Were all within sight of the innermost eye, beheld in less than a trice.
But when I returned and made my appeal, denial was answer to plea,
Merely a glimpse is a blessing for now, your mission is simply to be…..
So what does it mean to the castaway here, so eager to grapple control?
The secret, they said, is to cast away fear, surrendering all to the All.
The fearless live in a whirling of joy, expanding outside of the mound
Of termitic life we call living down here, anxiety seen all around.
If in miracle forced from the root of a rose a trillion atoms combine
Ten zillion more in my physical form, what limits constrain the Divine?
If I could see myself from beyond, exploring this magical realm—
A seafarer set on mysterious voyage with Certainty’s hand on the helm,
I wouldn’t ask for anything more, rejoicing in all that I’m shown,
And the vision was simply a navigate star, a knowing there’s more than the Known.
The celebrant roots for the truffles of joy in the mess of duality’s loam,
A liver of life, a lover of love, the heart forever the home….
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