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Word of Wisdom
- Word of Wisdom -
One Vision of Heaven
To tell of how I came to see these sights, I cannot speak it,
For that tale is told in other verse that I of old did compose.
Suffice it to say, that there outside the sheathe of my flesh…
I was drawn outward, and up to a place where souls do flit.
Not ethereal as ghosts, but in new skin healthy as is a rose!
Such ascended forms are perfect and beautiful, ever fresh…
And so in such a form for so brief a span, I did thusly arrive,
Before a grassy mountaintop where I beheld two tall pillars!
No one told me where I was, nor said that world’s name…
Only, that no one usually came to that place whilst still alive.
The clouds were pale, as is pearl, sky as clear as mirrors…
A blue more rich, than Lapis Lazuli: to that paradise, frame.
I spied atop the great mount, a throne betwixt the columns,
Where was seated a woman of splendors not easy to relate.
Her brown hair was held by a circlet; her perfume floral fair,
Deep blue her flesh and form, like a spirit from out beyond.
The wings of her circlet were as majestic as the will of fate,
But before the wings on her back, they could not compare!
Ten those were in number and black as is the dark of space.
“Child, come over to me.” She spoke with her serene face!
Androgynous was my form, and it remembered that word…
The word of wisdom incarnate which to no hearer is absurd.
As of old when first I heeded that call I labored up to meet,
My maker, along a rugged trail with a railing, a narrow way;
Like a sword’s edge, but easy to walk for one with the time.
Soon I came to a many-columned palace, marble so sweet,
For it was tinged with the pink of rose as pleasant as is day!
Stained glass windows, decorated the halls silently sublime.
This great edifice was high up, upon a ledge of the mount…
And through its’ mighty portals I did view a model of Earth.
All about me, were others who were drawn to that vision…
And to either side of that sight, rose a pleasant water fount.
Through arches came others, some who so awaited rebirth,
But who had to wait without sorrow or the heart’s division.
Shall I tell of the indoor gardens, the ivy on pillars slender?
Or the doors to other worlds, portals so perilous to enter!
I had walked that way before and I never forgot the sights,
Of the places none should see, of celestial days and nights.
Angels arrived, projections of light on each back as wings,
To some they might seem, but I beheld their far truer state.
Some had many, but one had but two and he was lovely…
Yellow tresses, skin as green as cool jade that luck brings.
His voice mellow he spoke of things that did curiosity sate,
Of my past, my future, and other facets of my high destiny.
He bade me go hence then, and get to my noble creator…
And so I left that hall and did to the throne on high ascend.
There I knelt before the goddess I had seen, my heat afire!
Sophia was her name and there is no more holy a creature.
“Child, come over to me.” She smiled, with such a bend…
To her lips, that I felt such energy and could not easily tire!
She stepped between the pillars, motioning for her child…
Thusly I followed my true maker, my spirit so giddily wild.
She was suddenly gone, but I felt she was there all around,
As if in every heart, mind, and soul that in life can abound!
“Embrace the Divine Force” was all I heard after stepping,
Betwixt the great pillars where Sophia had gone so boldly!
And I was floating, amidst thunderclouds and lightning hot.
No ground was to be seen with winds fiercely whipping…
And through it all I could see the stars of space, so coldly.
I saw my entire life before my eyes, a sight dearly bought!
Then every life unto the dawn of time, and things so awful,
And so beautiful, that the mind cannot comprehend it truly.
I saw then into the mind of that force and every living soul,
For it was one with all, yet also apart from it blissfully still.
This is what children call “God” this life within all life fully…
And that revelation is still not enough to fit its’ truest mold!
I heard a loud booming voice cry out that this was enough,
And my soul was cast down through the stars most rough.
We are not meant to know the unknowable, never entire!
I learned my lesson well, which the Goddess so required.
One Vision of Heaven
To tell of how I came to see these sights, I cannot speak it,
For that tale is told in other verse that I of old did compose.
Suffice it to say, that there outside the sheathe of my flesh…
I was drawn outward, and up to a place where souls do flit.
Not ethereal as ghosts, but in new skin healthy as is a rose!
Such ascended forms are perfect and beautiful, ever fresh…
And so in such a form for so brief a span, I did thusly arrive,
Before a grassy mountaintop where I beheld two tall pillars!
No one told me where I was, nor said that world’s name…
Only, that no one usually came to that place whilst still alive.
The clouds were pale, as is pearl, sky as clear as mirrors…
A blue more rich, than Lapis Lazuli: to that paradise, frame.
I spied atop the great mount, a throne betwixt the columns,
Where was seated a woman of splendors not easy to relate.
Her brown hair was held by a circlet; her perfume floral fair,
Deep blue her flesh and form, like a spirit from out beyond.
The wings of her circlet were as majestic as the will of fate,
But before the wings on her back, they could not compare!
Ten those were in number and black as is the dark of space.
“Child, come over to me.” She spoke with her serene face!
Androgynous was my form, and it remembered that word…
The word of wisdom incarnate which to no hearer is absurd.
As of old when first I heeded that call I labored up to meet,
My maker, along a rugged trail with a railing, a narrow way;
Like a sword’s edge, but easy to walk for one with the time.
Soon I came to a many-columned palace, marble so sweet,
For it was tinged with the pink of rose as pleasant as is day!
Stained glass windows, decorated the halls silently sublime.
This great edifice was high up, upon a ledge of the mount…
And through its’ mighty portals I did view a model of Earth.
All about me, were others who were drawn to that vision…
And to either side of that sight, rose a pleasant water fount.
Through arches came others, some who so awaited rebirth,
But who had to wait without sorrow or the heart’s division.
Shall I tell of the indoor gardens, the ivy on pillars slender?
Or the doors to other worlds, portals so perilous to enter!
I had walked that way before and I never forgot the sights,
Of the places none should see, of celestial days and nights.
Angels arrived, projections of light on each back as wings,
To some they might seem, but I beheld their far truer state.
Some had many, but one had but two and he was lovely…
Yellow tresses, skin as green as cool jade that luck brings.
His voice mellow he spoke of things that did curiosity sate,
Of my past, my future, and other facets of my high destiny.
He bade me go hence then, and get to my noble creator…
And so I left that hall and did to the throne on high ascend.
There I knelt before the goddess I had seen, my heat afire!
Sophia was her name and there is no more holy a creature.
“Child, come over to me.” She smiled, with such a bend…
To her lips, that I felt such energy and could not easily tire!
She stepped between the pillars, motioning for her child…
Thusly I followed my true maker, my spirit so giddily wild.
She was suddenly gone, but I felt she was there all around,
As if in every heart, mind, and soul that in life can abound!
“Embrace the Divine Force” was all I heard after stepping,
Betwixt the great pillars where Sophia had gone so boldly!
And I was floating, amidst thunderclouds and lightning hot.
No ground was to be seen with winds fiercely whipping…
And through it all I could see the stars of space, so coldly.
I saw my entire life before my eyes, a sight dearly bought!
Then every life unto the dawn of time, and things so awful,
And so beautiful, that the mind cannot comprehend it truly.
I saw then into the mind of that force and every living soul,
For it was one with all, yet also apart from it blissfully still.
This is what children call “God” this life within all life fully…
And that revelation is still not enough to fit its’ truest mold!
I heard a loud booming voice cry out that this was enough,
And my soul was cast down through the stars most rough.
We are not meant to know the unknowable, never entire!
I learned my lesson well, which the Goddess so required.
Published 19th Jan 2016
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19th Jan 2016 1:30am
This is absolutely a beautiful tale filled with divine truth and experience.
Thank you for sharing, Kou. I am blessed to have read this.
Thank you for sharing, Kou. I am blessed to have read this.
20th Jan 2016 4:03am
It is a joy to share it, Ahavati! I have had many experiences such as this one, and committed as many as I could to paper in order to preserve any wisdom and knowledge to be found within them. And nearly always, there is something to be learned, understood, and to benefit from... so I always share such experiences with others, so that the blessings that I find can also be shared. And blessings shared, are joys multiplied! :)
