So.
Are we counting up?
Or counting down?
Are we going deeper?
Or climbing higher,
closer to the Son?
Who needs to know?
What voice is this
that measures,
constantly,
the distance from me to you;
that longs so intensely
to draw closer to the center?
Release this old and rusty thinking:
stop attempting
to enumerate the numinous,
and slide
slowly
into the deep blue surface
of Now.
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