What I saw
a disturbing vision
My mind's eye reveals a pulsating darkness coming from me
As though I were the moon sending dark ripples over your bright surface
Or, perhaps I am in velocity
pushed back from that moment
when you wrote the name
on the cave wall
And initiated this exnihilo genesis:
"Siburna" (Let there be!)
How do I reverse it?
Should I reverse it?
I want to come home to the Source
I want to receive the light
not emit this vacuous death
Or perhaps I have misinterpreted
and what I witnessed was a dying to self, a shedding of skin
Part of the process of being born again
I wish to see the throne room again
With the golden child
seated at your right hand
I long for your Glory to kiss my face
I long to see only the Light of your Countenance
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Interesting poem about faith.
Is it about being saved, like in Baptism or accepting Jesus as your personal savior? That is how I read it. I was baptized twice in life, the first time when I was too young to have cared about religion, the second time, when I became an adult, yet was still unready to make a commitment to religion. If I could be Baptized for the third time, I am not sure if it would make a difference in my life.
I truly believe in a higher power, I think there are many forms of a "higher-power," and from my limited religious knowledge, I think we will all be surprised when we enter Heaven for the first time. Our once human minds of doubt and old stories passed down from generation to generation, will not compare to the day we enter those Golden Gates, that look like gold, yet is built by love, faith and belief.
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Your poem made me think.
I may be reading it wrong. But this is what it inspired me to think this morning. Good story.
I am glad you got something out of it. I actually don't know what it means. I was praying this morning when I like went into this "third eye" tunnel vision thing. At the end I saw an infant (Jesus?) on the lap of its father (God)... Both in a colour not quite bright white and not quite bright gold but both (sounds like a description of silver but it was not silver). I was disturbed as the surface of the tunnel was like watery with ripples and dark rings were pulsating at a a slow and steady rhythm toward the vision from me (or from behind me, not quite sure?)