The sky evaporates

The mists of the sky evaporate,
colours melt into a blanket bliss of white heat.
The sun bursts and all the stars vanish
to reveal their mother's love.

On this cosmic screen a film appears:
somehow, simultaneously,
the lives of us all,
paupers and saints,
mice and eagles,
mountains and lakes,
the entire span of our journey is traced
in an awesome moment of becoming.

This story seems transparent,
a limpid illusion
bubbling, frothing over,
nothingness's great epic.
Voices cries out - first a few, then a host...
a cosmic choir proclaiming isness's joy.

All meaning and possibility enfolded in these sounds.
Remember this...
re-member
and let it stream forth from your eyes
as a message of wild tranquility.