going down for the last time

seeing things no one else sees

knowing to what no one else has access

the content of a whole life

so fully present in mind

it seems static in its passing


there the stars are needle-sharp

spindles of blinding light

there the smell and taste of luscious things

there the touch and sound of rushing love

carrying all seed forward

and watch the ground of our endeavor here root


going down for the last time

each of us sees in review

what no one else can view

because our views are our own

which together form the vision of

we inhabit in the Mind of God







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