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THE VOID

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The Dimension Between Death and Resurrection


(Oblivion)



Betwixt the final Arkon,
in the dome of melting light
and the resurrection to from whence we came,
there comes the greatest fright
the soul knows in its journey
of exodus into form,
'THE VOID OF NO DURATION',
which separates the dawn
from all the things that move in time,
all things that come to be
ripples in the vortex, of temporality.



Thus, between Annihilation
and returning to that womb
there comes a point of 'nothing';
the one and only tomb.

What can one say of 'nothing' ?
There is nothing one can say !
of the point of no duration,
through which we go that day.

But if you know it in advance,
as you who read these lines,
then you will not know death, but how,
the Essence and Form, entwines.

And you will not know fear that day
for you will still recall
that you are passing through the void,
and soon will know, the all.




part two






The mind cannot but wonder
as to what is taking place
while consciousness is dormant
before entry to that place.


The gap of no duration
could be ten million years,
or a fraction of a moment,
till Paradise appears.


But as it takes no time at all
insofar as we can know,
then all that really matters
is knowing where we go.


But in that final moment
of melting in the white
annihilation of the self,
indeed life's greatest fright.
Yet knowing it from hindsight
no more could it bring fear;
and I never really did know who
wept that final tear
in the trimorphic reunion
amid the dome of white
which lies before the mystic void
before Eternal light.



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