From far up the ethereal sky
\nThrough planes and states did I spy
\nA river flowing with the fluid of Time.<\/p>\n
I saw this fluid Time precipitate
\nFrom planes Above to material state
\nWhere upon descent it would gather and flow.<\/p>\n
From Above, this river Time’s beginning
\nAnd it’s wild meandering continuing
\nOn and ever on was all in view.<\/p>\n
The tiny stream I did see travel
\nThrough the plains of Planes, unravelling
\nBeauty as it unceasingly flowed.<\/p>\n
I saw the slinking narrowness
\nOf this seemingly beauteous
\nSmall piece of all of what is Creation.<\/p>\n
I could see the potential experience:
\nI could see the river’s uneasiness;
\nI could see it lead out to the expanse;
\nI could see distributaries and channels;
\nI could see fluid Time’s beginning;
\nI could see all Time’s end:<\/p>\n
Where unto the vast expanse it went,
\nAnd the fluid evaporated there and then
\nBack to the States from which it came.<\/p>\n
Enthralled by this I forgot myself
\nAnd by Desire and Will left the wealth
\nOf Supremacy and Knowledge that I had.<\/p>\n
I thought it safe – the river ran
\nAnd led one back to where Time began:
\nEvaporating back to the states Above.<\/p>\n
Through illusion of safety and selfish greed
\nI left Perfection thinking I had need
\nTo travel down that fateful river Time.<\/p>\n
The steepness of the banks of Time,
\nToo steep for most to easily climb,
\nCould not be seen at all from Above.<\/p>\n
The River’s banks too high and long;
\nToo high to see the Planes beyond:
\nHeights distorted as seen from Above.<\/p>\n
Through chasmic walls the River wound
\nSo that no thing could be seen around
\nEach of it’s myriads of twists and bends.<\/p>\n
The view ahead on the river, so short,
\nUnsure, so limited; and behind – distorted
\nBy waves and spray, darkness and haze.<\/p>\n
On Earth – this raft – I travel the river
\nWith flesh for oars do I paddle hither
\nStruggling for Breath above the fluids.<\/p>\n
When from paddling my flesh does tire,
\nNo longer shall the flesh respire –
\nAnd I drift with the fluid of Time.<\/p>\n
Then once rested I do take another oar
\nAnd though seeming vain do I paddle more,
\nAnd again do tire and cease to respire.<\/p>\n
But with each new oar thus taken;
\nWith new methods and style I awaken
\nAnd paddle more efficiently than before.<\/p>\n
I cannot see ahead, or behind with eyes;
\nAbout the Planes beyond Time I must surmise,
\nFor the walls of the chasm are too high.<\/p>\n
In my pathetic struggling I did forget
\nThe view I had from above the river’s wet
\nAnd winding, blinding way; forgot it all.<\/p>\n
Forgot the Planes beyond the walls;
\nThought nothing more was – Time was it all.
\nBut slowly I remembered from where I came.<\/p>\n
With few charts at all to lead the way back,
\nI must awaken in me what in this journey I lack:
\nThe Light from Above; Knowledge complete in Love.<\/p>\n
The way to the path leading up the banks
\nAnd Above river Time and back to the ranks
\nOf Complete Triune Selves shall be travelled by me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From far up the ethereal sky
Through planes and states did I spy
A river flowing with the fluid of Time.<\/p>\n
I saw this fluid Time precipitate
From planes Above to material state
Where upon descent it would gather and flow.<\/p>\n
From Above, this river Time’s beginning
And it’s wild meandering continuing
On and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,1,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-metaphysical","category-poems","category-rivers"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":729,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions\/729"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}