There is a... a Space, Within,
A Place at the Very Heart of my Being,
Where Nothing exists, but Existence.
A Place at the Very Heart of my Being,
Where Nothing exists, but Existence.
Not a space, of course, or a place, really,
But although unseen, ungraspable, "There",
It is Palpable, Visceral, Experienced "Here".
But although unseen, ungraspable, "There",
It is Palpable, Visceral, Experienced "Here".
The Kingdom of Heaven, our Inner Sanctum,
"There", yet closer than the jugular, "Here",
The Essence we Are, before "we" are...
"There", yet closer than the jugular, "Here",
The Essence we Are, before "we" are...
The "Am" before "I Am".
I will not speak for you, or others,
And become, thus, yet another theologian,
Preaching the "Truth" of all things.
And become, thus, yet another theologian,
Preaching the "Truth" of all things.
But perhaps you have tasted this Wine,
Even if only as the Softest Ambience,
That Imbues, Surrounds, Enfolds in Love?
Even if only as the Softest Ambience,
That Imbues, Surrounds, Enfolds in Love?
I am not in accordance with those,
who pronounce this Essence transcendent,
Beyond all qualities and attributes.
For when "I" Died, yet Remained,
An Attribute like non other was Revealed,
"There", at the End of all things...
Where Beginning and End do not exist.
A Rapture, an Ecstasy, beyond expression,
Beyond all dualities, without opposite,
"There", in the Heaven of Nonexistent Existence...
who pronounce this Essence transcendent,
Beyond all qualities and attributes.
For when "I" Died, yet Remained,
An Attribute like non other was Revealed,
"There", at the End of all things...
Where Beginning and End do not exist.
A Rapture, an Ecstasy, beyond expression,
Beyond all dualities, without opposite,
"There", in the Heaven of Nonexistent Existence...
Where Heaven and Hell do not exist.
And a touch of that Ecstasy followed me "Here",
When "I" and Creation returned from "There",
So that "I" was never quite "myself" again...
Where self in form and formless Soul coexist.
Existing "Here" as myself, but... not,
Moving in space and time, but... not,
Being both "Here" and "There"...
And a touch of that Ecstasy followed me "Here",
When "I" and Creation returned from "There",
So that "I" was never quite "myself" again...
Where self in form and formless Soul coexist.
Existing "Here" as myself, but... not,
Moving in space and time, but... not,
Being both "Here" and "There"...
Where Space, Time do not exist.
Wounded and broken in my Humanity
But accompanied, through that Imperfection
By that Rapturous Perfection, Shining...
But accompanied, through that Imperfection
By that Rapturous Perfection, Shining...
Where Perfect and Imperfect do not exist.
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