Returning with Gifts
How could I give perfection?
Return to the moment before Inception
Before Original Beauty echoed here
And all was too grand to be named
Could I attain words from that sphere
Words that clothe the sound of Heaven
Recalled, adored for ages to come
As Shakespeare or Wordsworth
Or Blake did
Would I enter the state?
It’s not a great ask is it?
To go and touch eternity
Get a glimpse of immortality
Would I learn from the best?
Maybe, yet Blake, Unlearned
Unveiled secrets of one book, alone
Became divinely possessed
His wife holding his trembling hand
As he scribed a magnificence not yet perceived
On reality and Imagination
And God and man and dreams
Every word spoken would be a heartfelt prayer,
every colour, the radiance of golden hour
To breathe the air of inspiration
Then swing from star to star
Think of how that would be
To have Divine vision, feeling all good
Into visibility with ease
In stately surrender
Make the impossible true
Could I catch the feeling
Could I catch the mood?
How does one give perfection that lasts?
Words that sink into hearts
Weep with joy and Heal
Emanate Love in its legion of forms
From wisdom to opulence
To exquisite scenes?
They must have returned to Eden,
found their way somehow
Perhaps an elixir, or a flying carpet.
Did they ask the Cheshire Cat,
or follow the yellow brick road,
meet Beethoven on the path?
Did they discover a thin wall dividing the worlds?
Pressed their ears against it to hear Angelic beings
And Original Beauties speak on the other side
Did they stay home
Rest on their bed at night
To contemplate Perfection
and there you have it,
Opened wide the grander world
Entered freely, welcomed there
Stayed a while to gather what we might need
Returning with gifts that awaken the sleeper in us
Resurrect the Infinite Dream in us
That we might realise the Life we’ve been seeking
That we might know ourselves and be known
When I know myself, would I be known
Would I give something that lasts?
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