I shall nothing ask, for what I desire
cannot be given, nor returned to me.
I have made an exchange – a weathered heart
for a glimpse at heaven, with vision to see
the connections between. I am slowly
awake. A presence is here, something deep
in the dream, the silence of seconds and
a secret serene, inevitably
blooming in me. It's the peaceful, pure-white
substance of self, the afternoon light that
flows like a river; the final knowledge
of infinite wealth -- almost remembered.
Now I nothing want – just more to be paid
of myself, that I may know of this way.