A JOURNEYS END - from SECRETS OF THE SOUL

A JOURNEYS END

They told me that he lived,

At the end of this road,

A man no more but a God.

His eyes they said,

Like fire did glow,

And that he seldom spoke.

For does not silence,

More than speech show,

The power of the divine.

My desire mounting,

I trudged along,

To seek solace and belong,

To his heavenly home.

The road so devious,

Like a serpent ran,

Over vales, hills and deserts,

Rivers, lakes and oceans,

But the end nowhere in sight.

Undaunted I pushed on and on,

I walked, I ran, I crawled, I swam.

Here a thorn did prick my feet,

There I was burned by the blistering heat.

Battered and bruised,

Yet not beaten, though tired,

I fell asleep.

And in that sleep there arose,

A wondrous scene.

I could see no road ahead of me,

I had reached the end,

For there lay instead, as I could see,

A dimensionless void.

And as I peeped, there arose,

A face that was mine.

Now I knew, that it is I,

I am the divine.

I awoke and found myself,

Staring at that scene,

Which till now, I had thought

Was the product of a dream.

Headlong I plunged,

Into the void below;

I found myself in a stateless state,

So I remain now.