The Being
From the seventh sphere there came
A flying being without name.
In a voice beyond the poles
It asked to marry me, and whoa!
I would have said right there a yes
But did not know if that was best
And with this mortal doubt in mind
I asked a question so refined,
"If I might just die this day,
To what force should I then pray?"
And in quiet repose it said,
With flames lit just above its head,
"I the seventh sphere have left
To join you on your mortal quest,
And in doing so I have
Lost the wordless words I had,
Yet the best I'll do this day
To define this 'force' and 'pray'…
"Like the Tree turned upside down
With its roots up as a crown
Where the loving Sun did slay
The chaos Night and brought the Day,
The Human form reflected so
Has its source within that glow,
A light pervading space and time
Transcending concepts 'yours' and 'mine'.
The pillar trunk in prism form -
One side consciousness untorn,
One corporeality,
And the third mortality -
Reflects the light to color true
The branches (in various hues)
Of experiences known
By man in temporal flow.
The branches, as the veins of Man
Running through his awesome hand,
Grow the tools to grasp and free,
As leaves, the rationalities.
"It is this Sun, this Man, and Tree
The single force in you and me!
And sitting in this force as throne,
Maybe blind, maybe unknown,
Treasuring this light in you
Infinity you pray into!"
And when these words were finished said,
The being and I were then wed
By the force inside our hearts
And in all the Cosmos parts.