There is a timeless, radiant, boundless, eternal energy,
beyond all patterns and demarcations,
beyond all violence, disorder, and chaos.
It is an infinite, miraculous flame that cannot merely be described
with the shadows of limited words and symbols (and all words are limited).
Though many would call it “God,” it is beyond (and has nothing to do with) held beliefs;
it belongs to no country, no world, no religion;
it has no gender; it is not of any one species, nor organization.
It did not create this universe, and it is beyond the reactions of any organisms
(of highly evolved or barely evolved types);
and their shadows cannot infringe on its unadulterated immaculateness.
Mere reactions cannot perceive it or recognize it,
for it is an action beyond all mental forms, patterns, sorrows, and devices.
No systems or methods can capture it,
for it is beyond cause and effect paradigms,
beyond what mere groping can achieve.
Its immeasurability places it beyond all mental yardsticks and psychological gauges.
It is well beyond the musty, shadowy residue of symbolic thought (and all thought is symbolic).
You cannot visit it, but it can visit you.
However, that “you,” that it may visit, must effortlessly be beyond the limitations of symbols,
residual reactions, and mechanical responses.
Desire it… and it will not manifest.
The limited cannot have a true relationship
with the unlimited.
Profound, living mystery is beyond jaded reactions
from (and “as”) the stale past.
To live without always (exclusively) depending
on the symbols and images of the stale, dead past
can be true joy.
That joy may be (or may not be) visited by that profound mystery
that is beyond time’s limitations.
Damsels not in distress. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015