The awakening of the mystic sense
includes the apprehension
of a splendour without
an expansive, formless,
ineffable vision.
It is a snatching up of the self,
as it were, from knowledge
of this world to some vague
yet veritable knowledge of the next.
(The gallery for Peace On Earth Goodwill To All)
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Beautifully written, creating an epiphany.Thank you for sharing.☺