When The World Comes Clear By Andrew Colliver

When the World Comes Clear by Andrew Colliver

When the world comes clear,
changeless in its changing
and everywhere revealed,
the sun might be lighting
a rendered wall inscribed
by winter tree’s shadow;
when the world comes clear
light might seem to shift
to show a morning free of any other time;
when the world comes clear
something pulling tight within
your mind might fall away
to leave a formless space,
a fathomless space in which
eternal life cannot be granted,
or even offered,
but only recognised, so simply,
as what you are.


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