Without Time

I have considered the Lilies of the field
I love that they neither toil nor spin
They are beautiful in their essence
Their scattered petals divine nourishment
My palette is rapturous
In the most gentle instance
The love in my heart

Soars

I have burned up past and future
I know what it means to be in the immensity
My heart has hung on a passing star
I have done the dance of the Dervish
My soul has telescoped to the sweetness
I have spun into suspension
I know the gateway into God
Now

If not now when
For the present the flowers of the field

Comprise my heart

The sunlight bleeding through
The petals
The rain being absorbed

Through their stems is

Being