There is a place

They say there is a place, a state;

a sacred somewhere.

Distant; but not always.

A mystery glimpsed, at times,

on other occasions, cloud-shrouded

with shimmering smoke, obscured

such that only the persistent

will gaze long and hard enough

to be certain it is there.

A place that is there to be found by those who search;

a few stumble upon it.

Their surprise and delight is great.

There, meaning is written sharply,

truths are incandescent

and painted on walls.

There, light shines with the clear brightness

of autumn late afternoons,

the loving is fierce,

and justice compels.

This elusive place appears

as a flash glimpsed

for a moment among the shadows;

where mystery's flickering panorama excites

and calls to the depths

to awaken aches and earnings.

Seek, the man once instructed his friends.

You will find; and watch

as the divinely dusted universe

opens to disclose its possibilities.

© Ken Rookes 2016