The Collected Poetry

A Light in the Distance

A Light in the Distance

I

Who at last has seen the bright flare, but me,

Who at last has ridden straight towards the light?

This reverie, but one time, must I see,

And when better catch a star but at night?

My fancy drives me onward with a need,

To find the delirious castle out,

Forever has my soul hidden the seed,

Forever has my soul hidden my doubt.

Why should I move forward but to progress?

I hunger and thirst after my vision,

Successful in the realm of no success,

Adhesive in the realm of division.

II

When on lonely paths, on carnival days,

I must leave to contemplate the vault,

Bright blue and glorious, subject of praise,

I join the throngs of people to exalt.

Hope’s fluid ways then in me shall expand,

And I catch a glimpse at my fantasy.

Utopias all crumble into sand,

This is no stone, but light of ecstasy.

My daydream is, in simplest words, The Source.

Beyond the thin, corporeal fabric,

There lies the almighty prevailing force,

And since touched, I have been a maverick.

III

The Source is that of goodness, love, and joy,

Of something greater I would never know,

That to which earthly love is a decoy.

I felt it once, only once, years ago.

You would not feel its might unless you tried,

Breaking the fabric of time and seeing,

Letting it fill you like the ocean’s tide,

The Source, that from which you’d been hiding.

You will be revealed to yourself, and space

collapses, time relapses, a scare,

Fear, then, is love, and so you turn your face,

You disconnect from the source in midair.

IV

This dismal world in which we struggle,

Is truly not complete reality.

There is a light in a distant level,

Beyond the dimensions that we can see.

Without the human timeline, there is one.

Pure white light that expands without limit,

Brighter, and hotter than a million suns.

When the chasm opened, for a minute,

I saw then, more than I could ever see,

Unlike John, who was burdened with empires,