Heavenward Bending Poem by Frank Avon

I shall miss you
when I've gone beyond
the Great Whiteness

as Eternity misses
the arch of the rainbow
of Time,

as what is bodiless
misses the Body,
shapeless, its Design,

for you are my body,
the shape of my life,
the arch of my vision.
only thee.

* * *

I had a dream,
a life or two ago,
that I had passed Beyond.

I was given,
as my Guide,
as bodiless as I,

one of my first mentors,
having (in time)
been long gone.

I was wild and wide,
unspecified, enamored
of what was/is no more.

At first you'll pretend,
he said, or somehow led
me to imagine,

you still have shoes
and a shirt, shoulders
and eyes that work,

Pretend, he said,
except he was wordless
and untoward: Envision.

Don't you miss, I asked;
don't you miss -
but words I was without.

Envision, he said:
any spot of time
you yet remember

whether you remember it
or not; times you wish
had happened but didn't,

possibilities,
jubilation,
currents of occurrence.

It's all the same,
you see; whatever
could have been, could be.

Say what was unsaid,
whisper, listen,
Envision!

For a while
- in all this whileless
new sense of being -

you'll exhilarate,
reorder and repeat,
and delve even deeper;

that's all I should say,
he left unsaid, but
as you rise and rise

1-2-3-4-5-6-Seven,
you'll suddenly see
Thee joins the Jubilee,

in your voicelessness,
you sing the Jubilate,
and all is all

and nothing's lost
and forever is for
Ever. And what was

(on the downward slopes
of Time) is still and will
be, is now, and I AM

Infinity.