In the light of Kether bask
Many steps away from the unending sands of the blasted abyss
Beyond the watcher, across the threshold
Standing in the etheric splendour of the highest high
A mighty moment, a tiny step
Life changed forever
Fear of the dweller cast out
As the acolyte becomes the knowing
And the known enters the remembered
To forget what it was like not to be aware.
It comes to few
But they are the many
Timeless harmony resting in the unearthly light
Formlessness stands beyond the threshold of form
Gazing back on the memory
Still alive in the physical sense
A spirit free from the restraint
Basking in that mighty light …
Transcending then
Back to the starting point on the wheel
A turning wheel
A constant cycle
Where the high is the low
And the low is the high …
It is an eternal reality.
Matthew James 21st May 2010
