The Glimpse

The silken snow of earth is nothing compared with
the silkiness of the snow beyond this earth

Though for all that we always rely on earthly
equivalents as I just did

Space in the next world is nothing like space in this

Items there are like items here in suddenly
sharp focus as if everything here is a
fuzzy picture in dire need of focus

Each water drop ascending in its upward arc of a
fountain taking its sweet time and being then
part of a crystalline display there beyond this
earth we can only allude to as being a

giant diamond brooch or chandelier of the
beauteous glints in your eyes or a
fireworks of stars against a black night so
visible each spark is a new conflagration

And to walk there on snow is beyond crunching

And the whiteness there is beyond being blindingly so

And the stretch in all rolling directions at once
since there’s no “direction” as such there

is a pure instance of spatial ecstasy

or the way a horizon cuts sky from earth here

there is only superb continuity immediately
seen by the eye or the heart’s eye
also indivisibly joyous so all we can do is
praise the Giver and Displayer and Originator

of that which is so far beyond our capacity of
description that even this gift is given to us

Often our envisioning itself exceeds our grasp
and what is here is only a pointer and a proof
for those of us who may need no proof but are

grateful for a glimpse however furtive

2/3/2005