I saw Him,
His body of light,
His transparent feet ablaze,
walking this common ground,
which seemed a rippling soup of milk,
transmuted by the awesome pressure of his divine presence
into cosmic light and atoms of sacred unknown origin:
Their every core singing with a disciple’s ecstasy.
The divine presence of his feet,
dissolving them into light and nectar essence
Him: walking ablaze towards the window of my vision,
towards this inadequate one,
the one,
what trivial game is this world i open my eyes to?
His feet walking.
His feet.
A promise.