I left the world with the aid of another world

A spoonful of light under her feet

lifted into the next layer,

Subtle humming, astral body

A design was erased

By virtue of a higher design

The outlines in charcoal blended and smudged

Until nothing was separate

Then rising higher, illuminated by sharp stiletto edges

A pen dipped in ink, lapis and gold leaf

Henceforth I travel toward Repose

This is the path of personal truth

Springing grass green beneath wide, firm feet,

Designated step after step toward divine purpose

Where time rests in the Eternity of Time

Isn’t this what we seek

The blue pearl, the velvet peace

The place we are born to?

I go now into Silence.*

*The Gospel of Mary Magdalene, Jean-Yves Leloup, Inner Traditions, Rochester, Vermont, 2002, p. 17