The Veil

 

Do not lift the veils

and tempt me with golden stairs

or angels in shining splendor

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I wish dwell at this threshold

neither in nor out,

in the space between breathing

before reaching for new...

and leaving behind

 

Time turns in on itself

un-naturally bound 

in the muscles of my heart

held by a force yet unknown

​

endless horizons

dawn in the distance

momentary glimpses

of my soul's endless unfolding

​

I am not afraid

just overwhelmed and amazed

by the magnitude of this mystery

that I now know without a doubt,

but can not explain

 

I can only speak

to the depths of your eyes

and hope to share 
the arriving.

 

 

Jrm - October 1987