The Veil

 

Do not lift these veils

or tempt me with golden stairs

with angels in shimmering splendor

I wish to dwell at this threshold

neither in nor out,

in the space between breathing

...before reaching for new...

and leaving behind.

 

I hold time unnaturally bound 

in the muscles of my heart

pulled by a force yet unknown

endless horizons roll in from the distance

offering my soul's eternal unfolding

 

I am not afraid

just amazed and overwhelmed

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 ar
riving.

 

 

Jrm - October 1987