Pinhole In Time

Pinhole In Time

                                                  
                         Skimming the surface of life,
                              my eye fixed on a tiny pinhole of Now,
                                   stopping for a second
                                        as my watch’s minute hand sped ahead full speed.

  Peering into the pinhole
     I was intrigued,
took a deep breath,
     descending into the needle-thin tunnel of the Now.

  With each new breath I fell,
      rather was pulled downward,
   face first into the bluish emerald waters
of clouds of swirling seeds of things to come,
   of dreams yet undreamt
      when chaste voices sang,
         “This is the moment!”

Terrified as I sank even further down
     into now yellowing orangish waters,
   dreading I’d never find my way up,
an enthralling voice said,
    “Make all your days, Now-a-days.”

   Resisting my heart’s urging
to turn back, I felt ensnared
    in the ever-hotter waters turning
        reddish orange to scarlet flaming red,
    and saw ahead a faceless image with
   a thousand faces within
       and a formless shifting shape
     veiling every form and shape.

   My hands reached out lovingly
      as primitive erotic love dragged me
     passionately, uncontrollably
                         into an ever-increasing encompassing
                                   thunderhead cloud of blackest darkness;
                                it felt menacing yet affectionate
                                      as I vanished
                                           realizing
                                               I was drowning
                                                   in God.

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