Sweet Agape came; I standing on a rise,
On my first new day of my 36th year,
Visions from GOD, spirit of the Source,
Without and within, no hell or heaven,
The glass I held fell shattering to infinitudes
Of GODS, gracious
Bliss, lover of compassion without end
When time is not, came in my dark, dark
Night to awaken the dead song inside
My lost abandoned Estate, my Soul
Bird awake to my industrial heartland,
For a moment, I realised what the mystics
Wrote, that Time is a construct of Fear,
And Fear is a construct of Thought,
And in the gap between lies eternity’s
Gaze, allowed by the death of mind,
And all around was endless light,
I had become a fountain of water,
My skull an exploding Cosmos,
My body no longer separate,
Now one part of another part,
Interdependent, each crying
Out in joy,
My Soul a choir of every
Living thing free from its chains,
There was no you or other
Everything rang with Thou,
Church bells of bliss, I stood
On the shore of endless time
And at its core Love in its purest
Form, unconditional, without
Even a glimmer of guilt,
Sinless and naked in the garden,
I became a whisper of God.

Ken Trimble