Caught Up!

A man stands against the sun a ring around his edges:

A circling of intrinsic golden light

He moves softly forward coming toward me

He doesn't stop he goes on right through me

And out behind on the Other Side

As I turn around I see his back as he goes onward

I follow, drawn forward, too:

That which was backwards is forwards now

I caught him up; caught up we two were one

A cloud, he disappears; I am on my own, but not alone

I turn not back again nor even turn around   

Pressing onward I went where he went

Following, if I could have seen him, but I couldn’t

And it was so and as it should be, though I didn’t know

Before me is a wood and the sun shines around its edges

Earthly, the first few rows of trees seem brightly lit!

Invitingly; they are full of their own light

`           I move; with arms outstretched I run toward them

Ever hopeful, winged in delight and barefoot free!

Yet made of hollow shells dry branches do not greet me  

I follow on, I do not stay I pass right through them

As though they were not there

The wood caged people they are grounded in earth

In their own light the trees not caught up melt away

Passed through them I am out the Other Side alive

For them, sad: misunderstood; I am all alone 

For lack of losing all how much is lost