When the world itself disappears, <br />There's a higher force majeure, <br />A portal, that your foot falls through- <br />Bottomless and boundless, too. <br /> <br />The eye is useless; thinking's stopped, <br />That potent kernel, 'real' is popped; <br />You come to realize god is mind, <br />And all fetters, can unbind <br /> <br />Unthreads needles, goes within, <br />Where the world's but distant din; <br />The closet of pure being's air- <br />Where no time- no space- is there. <br /> <br />And when you find that you've returned, <br />The minutes of that meeting- burned; <br />Only prophets allowed to see- <br />To carry back- the truth of being.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-prophets/
