The sole barrier

The sole barrier                                                                                        

Everything is allegorical, metaphorical,

true and not true at the same time

but if you spend too much on the seeming –

its enchantment and beauty,

the aptness of it, its sturm und drang,

its marvelous (self-created) synchronicity,

you’ll find yourself once again mired

in the enthralling labyrinths and blind alleys

of the mind, the maze, the path, the dream. 

And it’s a wondrous dream –

far beyond our ability to fathom it,

with little profit in trying –

save to reach the end of effort.

Just imagine (but not too desperately)

the truth behind it,

the truth of the One

Who conjured up all this seeming . . .

out of nothing.  For us, for Himself. 

O child of God, you remain (say the mystics)

the sole barrier between semblance and truth.