When he asked that
we behold his face
His face we beheld
And all that is in
us... beholds him
Nearer and
nearest... nearer than breathing
The inner silver
threads of crystal water
And golden pourings
of life-giving oil
Trickle under the
door
Tiny, opening,
golden buds on the tree of life
Release their
inmost fragrance
And we open more
and more
The deepest recesses
of our heart and mind
The darkest light
the brightest light
Our dwelling place
in his presence
Where all our light
is as darkness to him
And we’re taken
where we’ve always lived with him
In intimate love
and before ever the world was made
Found where nothing
is known but him
And he is everything
And it seems as if
we’re made out of star-dust
Shaken out as he
shakes the World, again
All shimmering
sprinkled ashes
Being dead in him
All in him from the
beginning
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