AT THE HEARING

Now I allowed the owl to turn my neck swiftly

My eyes tilted from my back to behold that which is in front of me.

I looked and opened were the gates of the Temple

The corridor into the holy of holies is paved with crystal balls;

Gleaming like a river of precious stones as on it the Light falls.

Even in the horizon there's no end to this pavement

For it ends in eternity. But eternity has no end.

In the midst of the Hearing a throne stands tall.

And none but Light is seated on it. Light thrown into the rhetoric

At every agreement a thunderous ramble echoes from the smoky mountain.

And all and sundry give a heavy sigh. What must happen must happen.

I feel attention push me forward that I may behold the Light

For until Man is on The Throne, the ramblings shall not stop.

To quiet the chaos, Man must respond to the call.

As I look I see the lost found and the dead rise, again;

I see fear give birth to hope, and hate invite love;

I see a divided people unite and lose to gain;

I see learning arrive at knowing with the cup of knowledge running over;

I see disease vanish into thin air whilst prosperous health abounds;

I see lack disappearing as abundance come to the common place;

I see night fuse with day resulting in timelessness.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath

The air is crisp, pure and clean for the first time.

The waters taste so fresh, quenching every known thirst

The foliage gives its bounty, super-abundance of everything edible.

I sense the smell of the fragrances that diffuse from the plants

I feel the Light which is neither sunshine nor moonlight.

Nature at its best - The Kingdom cometh!

I eavesdrop as the Creator explains to God his new love for Man;

I hear God and Man reconcile the East and the West.

I hear evil and good bury their differences for peace to prevail.

I hear a jazzy staccato of swords being beaten into plowshares

I hear the Devil as he makes his last plea only to be universally refused;

In the tranquility, I hear fishes swim the seas and birds flap their wings;

Then I hear in the silence, a melodious cry of my fellow New Borns.