more than one source has reported
the world beyond is much like this one
except that the forms are more blazingly vivid
ultimate in the source of their essence
no wonder we homesick ones on this side of the veil
long for what we barely recall
the passage through all thought forms as a liberation
from the weight of sorrows that is the frozen forms in matter
oh razor-sharp edges of dreams we slide around unharmed
(oh poverty of words to describe the indescribable)
and how many of us longing to awaken to that place
right here all around us
just ask Milosz: "It will be exactly like this life. The same room.
Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage, pale as a corpse..."*
*Translation by Kenneth Rexroth.
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