Reality may be apprehended
in either transcendent
or immanent, positive
or negative terms.
It is both near and far.
For some selves,
that which is far
is easiest to find.
To a certain type of mind,
the veritable practice
of the Presence of God
is not the intimate
and adorable comapanionship
of the Inward light,
but the awestruck
contemplation
of the Absolute,
the source and origin
of all that is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem, Tony.....10++++++