Only Prophets Poem by Patti Masterman

When the world itself disappears,
There's a higher force majeure,
A portal, that your foot falls through-
Bottomless and boundless, too.

The eye is useless; thinking's stopped,
That potent kernel, 'real' is popped;
You come to realize god is mind,
And all fetters, can unbind

Unthreads needles, goes within,
Where the world's but distant din;
The closet of pure being's air-
Where no time- no space- is there.

And when you find that you've returned,
The minutes of that meeting- burned;
Only prophets allowed to see-
To carry back- the truth of being.