Where no Man shall boldly go.
Of my own doing I couldn't go there.
I go from room to room -
some might say I was roaming -
I take a few steps -
stop -
my senses are aware
I tentatively listen.
My back is straight
hands paused in flight
fingers to lips
quiet they say.
I hear you O Lord
My mind muffled now
A heavy curtain pulled on thought.
Stillness.
There is a ripple
I know this stirring
Eyes wide open
My breathing diminishes
I have arrived.
Longing has occurred
Desire has been met
We are enchanted you and I
For eons it has been this way.
and for now it is enough.
Humanity will have its way.
The Divine waits.
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