From the
of darkness
of pain
of death

quivering, hesitant
the shadow-flame
of truth

blurred by tears

only slowly
very slowly
it metamorphoses
into a brilliant
yet soothing
of a whole truth

that illuminates
the tunnels
of the mindscape

i watch
the rainbow balsam
healing touch
on my wounds

i listen
to the truth
that sings
the inevitability
of the encounter
with the loving,
with the peaceful,
with the gentle

with God..
with the peaceful ,
with the gentle
with God—

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