Undescribable Poem by David Taylor

It was undescribable
why even try?
I had wanted to remain there
forever, without wanting;
and I did, but I think I have left.

It is undescribable
but I must try
and I cannot, but I can
if I do not try...

Imagine if you can
and you cannot
but You can;
a void
it has no edge
and it is full to overflowing;
a light that has no place
of origination
and is totally original;
a substance
which unmoving flows,
the essence of flowing
and cannot be called just pure
for it is the essence
of purity
completely lacking in colour
not white
the essence of whiteness:
Pure Love.