I ran into the heart of winter,
Deep into the naked trees,
into the blistering wind.
In search of the cleansing rain I went.
I rushed into the snow.
Into the snow icy core I plunged.
Inside the frozen plain.
Into the throbbing Soul I moved...
The Ice respired death all around…
Stopping the world,
In the shivering cold,
I sit down and,
For the first time I,
close my eyes
to never open them again
Came the ominous heat
I’ve known for so long.
The warm nothingness that was here from the start.
In the beginning of days;
A life-time of blind love to a hidden God...
Only seen through the dim glass of the Black Light
Shining in me and through me...
Like an unspeakable silence that can not be understood.
And, as I sat here,
To never rise again.
I wait most atently.
Not waiting for anything…
being wait in itself.
Available for all;
Frozen to the world and burning for the hand of God.
And the inky waters of Being start to move...
Like a tectonic revolution.
crushing everything in its path.
as I wait,
as I stop,
to never move again.
I pray to the God I don’t believe anymore.
To give me the strength,
and the fortitude.
to see the all consuming beauty,
Of the Black Light.