A Seer Serene

I have by either chance 

Or some strange circumstance, 

Seen past the past and 

Seen too the future dance.

Also, by means mystically gleaned 

From ancient magicians, 

Seen a vision of Time itself,

Naked, in its rightful form

Of discrete moments:

Bubbles lined up endless, and 

As I watched Time undress, 

One bubble caught my gaze, I

Focused and in that No-Time,

No-Space vortex, granted to my view,

Was one bubble within which I 

Saw you.

Was it once or yet to be?

My vision was too dim

To see but, still from reflex did

My eyes rise high to 

The apex of the sky, an act

No wish or will could deflect. 

Reborn was hope that some

Puzzle-pattern, 

Of fleeting clouds or 

Shooting stars, would your 

Embracing glance reflect,

Taking in both Earth and I,

All to mingle and to blend,

As mass to spirit does transmute

While explanations 

Are stricken mute.

That which once seemed “I”

Not even gods can now espy. 

Where once I’d had a punctured 

Soul, now it, I and thee are  

Whole.

Being has achieved its goal,

The diamond has been 

Pressed from coal.…

Now love is all and

All is love.

Everything that ever was 

Has found its place midst 

A matrix chronological,

Eternal, synchronous and,

As it always was,

Simultaneous.