I
climbed the mountain to find myself, there in the moment where time stands
still
In
the place beyond knowing
I
am one with God in the apophatic darkness, as hot as the sun, a heat without
light
Like
the Aereopagite
I
climb the ladder with Climachus, illusions
breaking in the morning mist
Atomized
by the wind
My
heart beat measures the turning tide, waves roll and roar the constancy of
change
The
world falls away
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