In an Incantation

If but once we open to
the all and everything
nothing ever seems the same again
for a light beyond imagining
begins to rip and tear the seams
of all we thought we were

as intellect begins to fall
into these realms of utter being
where time and space
do not exist
and yet a glow, a grace
is somehow known
in its becoming

for in truth
pure magic does exist
and miracles do dwell
within all known reality
just at the core
where light meets dark
becoming more than
e'er we thought it could

Float now, drift within
this realm of utter being
seeming to be everything
that never was at all

Arise within this fall
of all assent
where angels spread their wings
in just one moment of suspension
animated in an incantation
that speaks of love
as all reality . . .

?Michaelette?

12/3/2000
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