Tuesday, May 7, 2013


    Spontaneously transported to a height
    Or depth of consciousness, my mind alight
    With mystic radiance unseen before,
    I seemed to pass beyond perception’s door
    Into a sacred sphere transcending all
    I’d ever known, yet now cannot recall,
    Though then it seemed that I could see the frame 
    Of everything, the end at which we aim.
    The morning after, though, that mystic glow
    Began to fade.  No longer could I know
    The essence of all things I then could see
    As plainly as the apples on a tree.
         Such knowledge I feel bidden still to seek,
         So climb I will till I regain that peak.