Open up the walls with the sound of stark
Sublimity. Just when the space fills in, and the
One thing seen--a most solitary place--
Is cast behind, does the mind race and
Soak in all places where one can be and
All that can surround. Now, wait! Stand there still.
What is pushing back in resistance?
What is softening the space that had been
Steadily stiffening? And what can replace the
Desire for one to simply know that all
Fervency is valued? The cure comes when
Sovereignty is recognized through beauty.
When what can only be felt through an
Overflow of radiance is nearly tangible,
The Presence that is felt, yet unconquered by dust.