and it was so

and it was so

with my feet immersed in the damp soils

of that virginal garden

where what became myth was spawned

i stood at the juncture

where the four sacred waters converged

as they spoke of the holy unto me

with a babbling and rushing tongue

i was being baptized by a spirit

that had no name

that was utterable by the tongue of man

and my Soul essence was clear

and reaching for life in sweet embrace

every light which adorned every sight

presented an reverent understanding of creation

and “i” was the focal

the fulcrum

that held all things in balance

time was not

for there were many eternities

that slipped by me

as i stood there musing

the exponential-ness of space

and watched in wonder as it folded

and expanded

reflective of any thought i experienced

a dimensional veil was about me

and i lifted my hand and touched an etheric fabric

that knew not of any form

for it as i, were the formless

free to be as free as any thought could be

there were a multitude of Suns

and Stars

and Moons

that adorned whatever and wherever

i affixed my gaze

providing a certainty

that all was light

my within was without

and all without was naught but

my imaginings manifest

and i smiled

there was a music playing

for i wished it to be so

and the nymphs i conjured forth

began to dance about me

for my fleeting yet indelible pleasure

the spiritual virgins came to my presence

bearing oils, spices and fragrance

to adorn my coming evolution

with a divine anointing

that i would remain ever pleasing to Source

which vibrated as did i

in a self reflective epiphany

that we were one

yes we were one

and i smiled across the divide

betwixt a thought and being a thought

and it was so

i saw you there . . .

© 8 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.