The Ritual
Part III - The Manifestation

Who stands before The Poet
once The Ritual
is brought to its completion?
Once The Poet payed in full
The Devil’s debt?
Before him stands,
the greatest beauty
of The All..
The one awaiting all of us..
but only at The End.

She is a mystery which
all humanity has pondered
since the earliest emergence
of our self-reflective
sense of self..
what shall we see
upon the other side
of Death?

A peace,
the likes of which, in life,
not one of us has ever known.
A peace, from that strange time..
before our spark of consciousness
was ever kindled..
Before we ever were
conceived of
by our parents..
to be born.

A peace,
completely undisturbable
that washes over you..
A peace, within which
all your boundaries
forever melt.
There are no thoughts
that form..
No wanting
left to animate you
from within..
no self.

A peace,
where you are naught
and yet in some sense
still you are..
but neither
in the nearest near
nor in the furthest far.
Because no point of origin
remains to anchor
your already dissipated mind..
to any meaningful distinction
of your inside from your outside.

A peace,
when somehow
you become
at once and both
The Zero and The One.
And yet that when
is always and forever,
now and never..
the whole totality
of intersecting manifolds
that weave all timelines
and realities together.

A peace,
where you are merely that,
which unbeknownst to you,
you always have been
but an isolated fragment of..
and nothing less
and nothing more.

You are The All..
of which, in life,
you are The One,
by its design,
to be misled..
by your imperfect senses
and pragmatic reason
and illusions of the self..
to think, as if in fact,
that you are not.
In truth, however,
You’re The Eye,
not of the individual..
but of The All-Observing
God.