Sentimental knot

Not another soulful folk song,
not this time, not now.
Not your stories, mine now,
from before time's mists formed,

when time was young, unpast,
I stood in utter oneness, nothing divided,
nothing diminished, nothing disturbed,
this oneness, oneness beyond awareness,

unto tendrils of consciousness which took sure hold
beyond all things perceived, finally,
beyond the beyond, time's portal passed,
utterly, unto ramparts, first seen sunward,

and remembered on first clambered step,
onto the threshold of a very old dream, untold.

--RK, 9:02pm, 8/30/2013