Ascending to the Orchard; or Dealing with Space and Time

Can I not

ascend

to the orchard

climbing on the

broken shards of

light that beam

their way from

galaxies at the back

of all I see?

Back through this

silken sand called

TIME.  Deep calls

unto deep and the

vacancy we see sprawling

out in front of us forever

is only a veneer covering

the subterranean amniotic

fluids of that great LIGHT

within which we see

all light.  Can I speak of

this mystery in words?

I suppose I must.  It

seduces us into an open

plain of wonder and awe.

It calls us out into view,

"LIGHT.  I need more LIGHT."

It screams in our recesses

until we settle into a

stillness that seeks the first

piece of the broken husk

of light - upon which to

begin the climb up and

out.  Follow the whiff of

pomegranates and roses

over the legions of space

twisting through all time.

They are murmurming

aromas arising from the

astonishing emptiness

of the Divine One.  Grab

hold and pull yourself along

the desire to become purely

and simply alone with the

ALONE.  In the horror of

this epic isolation comes the

beauty of holiness; the

auspicious center of captivating

GRACE.  IT has come across

all space and time for you.

Now that you can see

the orchard - with such

tiny rays of pre-existing

light, sit and imbibe your soul

on the settling stardust

of God - it is HERE.  Guzzle

the wafting scents from

the pollen all around.

Pomegranates.  Roses.  God.