Outside The Walls
Mystical Experience, Divine Communion,
Is not confined to the many villages of religion,
Or to philosophical systems, however profound,
However revered their expounders.
For there are those who Wander,
Outside the walls of scripture and stricture,
In the Wilderness of Not Knowing,
Whose Hearts are, none the less…
Illumined with Grace.
Far from the village,
Road vanished into path,
Path vanished into hillside,
Hillside vanished into Vastness…
The Known vanished into Wonder.
For these Wilderness Wanderers,
There are no descriptions of reality,
No systems of belief or faith,
And the name of God is…
And yet, like a Wellspring, their Hearts overflow,
Whenever they find, wherever they find,
In sources so-called “sacred” or “profane”,
That which invokes Within…
The Presence of The Beloved.
Neither a She, nor a He,
Nor a concept of belief or faith,
Or in any way “Known” in word or image.
But Known, palpably, viscerally…
In the Heart's Direct Experience of Grace.
Here… within the Manifest Being,
Wherein Shines the Garden of The Beloved,
As the Ineffable, Intoxicating Sublimity,
The Inexpressible Ecstasy of…
The Great Mystery.