beyond the vexing temporal fray
like unto you
there is no other
and would it be no other way
and so it is
beyond even still the dying day
the lightless coming
all timeless void
and when all spirals down to naught
shall you endure
rob kistner © 2018
This is a portrait, painted in words, of an ecstatic vision that came to me in the clarity found deep in the trance of meditation.
It is a complete mystery to me with regard to its significance, but perhaps to the one(s) that need to know, it will be a revealing.
The words came forth effortlessly, almost prayer-like, as I reflected on the vision in its aftermath, not long after the meditation that birthed it.