The cleansing tears . . .
That
fell, a shower of brilliant stars
Over
the rim of the world . . .
Working
. . . truth . . .
As
a grain of salt in our blind eyes
Stinging
there, bring drops of water
From
first contact with life’s firstling-sight
And
create a flood . . .
To
better see through the dazzle
That
sunlight, too
Seeking
to enter upon his preserving work
Should
freshen seeing . . .
And
through the necessity . . . to blink . . .
To
look beyond in that flashing instant
See
the other side of what was set before us
The
Other World by faith inside the speck of salt
Fit
to send a further rain of starry tears
In
truth’s work . . . done . . . cascading over the rim
Cleared
. . . and cut and polished
In
diamond drops of knowledge lost
Changed
. . . and lit and piercing
In
agate pearls of new-sight gained
*
- From: Arkiahh Dreaming; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3
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