ZENITH

 
The pinnacle
Of every climax
The turning point
Of not knowing
What is up or down
What is sunset or dawn
What is good or bad
What is right or wrong

The apex of well being
The time when
You don't care
What time is it
When taste is dull
When the sense is numbed
When pleasure is heaven
When you lose all sense of time
 
The haven of all heavens
The tip of the ice-berg
Where cold is hot
And tension is tense
And you care not
For tomorrow
Where you care not
Where you are
Where time stands still
Where all is ok
 
The zenith
Of all zeniths
When time or tide
Meshes into one
Emerges into the soul
Resulting in purity
Oblivious all materials
Longing for spiritualism
The only  need
The only  zenith

~ Norman Datt ~

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