When the world comes clear,
changeless in its changing
and everywhere revealed,
the sun might be lighting
a rendered wall inscribed
by winter tree’s shadow;
when the world comes clear
light might seem to shift
to show a morning free of any other time;
when the world comes clear
something pulling tight within
your mind might fall away
to leave a formless space,
a fathomless space in which
eternal life cannot be granted,
or even offered,
but only recognised, so simply,
as what you are.
– From the unpublished manuscript A Day of Light, by Andrew Colliver