Haven't we said enough about the ineffable? -- Dean Radin
Give me a place to stand, from which I can see the earth Sell me a ticket that I might return to the land before my birth Grant me a new perspective on what I have never seen Teach me to be a being of a sort I have never been Deliver me from the familiar, from whence there can be no sight Shutter my eyes in darkness, that I might see the light
What have I held as presumption, routinely unaware? What have I failed to see in the haze and reflection of my own glare? May my neurons diverge from my body and branch into infinite space I cannot expect comprehension to flower without an infusion of grace? The source of all confusion is in this vessel which I call "me" And until it's demolished, how can I ever aspire to clarity?
(No, I will not believe that I have to be dead to see things as they really are But compared to the scope of this limited brain, the truth is a distant star)
-- Josh Mitteldorf