Many times the question I've posed,
as many others have posed:
Why still the thousand veils,
even after
my surrender?
And Psyche's whisper came through,
another veil in this moment of my surrender
now lifted:
The veils
The veils protect you
even as they attract you
toward that which you seek
Do you think one drop of surrender
would dissolve every veil?
Release to you
power?
What they hide you are not yet ready for,
you must be equal to
An entire sea must be surrendered
for the entire Sea is to be remembered
slowly
slowly
slowly
the veils are lifted:
thousands upon thousands, one by one,
each one so diaphanous you might wonder,
It was nothing! That
veil was nothing at all!
But thousands upon thousands of veils overlapping
provide
the necessary
illusion
Dissolved, lifted,
pulled away one by one—
Beware: anyone could be the last.
Prepared you must be
if you would look steadily upon the Sun
and see in it the womb,
continuous coming
into creation
The veils
The veils protect you
as the planets protect you
the Face of Living Light would kill you—
Finite being! to stand at the transfinite threshold!
Down the corridors of the Labyrinth
through Me, the planets guide you,
biding time
time for roots
time for the
seedling to feed on the flesh
time for the
preparation of each organ
tissue, cell
There is a genetic limit
you must respect
but even that
someday
The veils
The veils protect you even as I speak to you
even as the Muse sings to you:
It takes centuries
of rain
to wear down
the rock
inside of
the tiniest jewel
is waiting
radiant enough
to outlast
death
O rain! rain! rain!
Who
in a lifetime
is many centuries?
Who can surrender
a sea?