The End Poem by Richard Weissman

-The End, as he has envisioned it from the beginning,
Standing midst center of Stillness of the Middled Kingdom (Real) ,
In the solitude, In the silence,
Until...

The camera's eye pulls back to reveal that we've been focused the entire time locked-gazing upon a tree containing ten spinning wheels, ten luminosities midst its body, throughout the tree are
Moths fluttering ceaselessly betwixt the ten spheres of greater and lesser
luminosities and every once a rare moment a light emanating downward from beyond the uppermost wheel known as Kether appears as
a beacon calling
one home to beyondness
to emptiness
Which is our very nature
Via this uppermost lumination
Clear and
Void
And even from this holistic perspective
It remains unknown for certain
Whether the beyondness of emptiness
Is pulling transfigured Moth unto itself or
If it is the Moth consciously struggling to
achieve the Ain Soph
Which lay beyond
the final
Light.

- Excerpted from, "The Moths" (1993)