The Veil Lifts

Time stands still for a moment
As the fabrics of reality is pulled aside
Like a veil revealing the interior
Hidden from view
Of lurking eyes of strangers;
Colourful images of beings
In a sea of scintillating light
Emerge from the depth
Floating and gliding
In this atmosphere of splendid beauty.
Of which window
Does he see through?
Is it from the dusty window of attachment?
Or the spotless window of detachment?
Distorted images of his former perception
Crumbling on the light of insight
Like a sandy castle built on a shore
By a naive playing child;
Vistas of new reality berthing
At the shore of his new sight
Honking and hooting
Announcing their arrival
In a procession of revelation;
A party of visions
Entertaining his heightened curiosity
Dancing to the rhythm
Of the stream of life;
Drizzles of images
Trickling in...
Dropping on the rooftop of his sight
Alerting him of their wonderful presence
In this open heavens of vision;
Beauties of unimaginable splendour
Stunned him with their cologne of colours—
Resplendent
Iridescent
Radiant
That he—
...Awed into reverence
In this rhapsody of reality
Unfolding
...And enfolding him
Like a mother enfolds her child;
A spectacle of exaltation
Beyond description
By human words:
It needs to be behold
When the veil lifts....

© SS (Sam Sung)