AGAIN I ASK...

What do I seek?
Am I still hoping, looking
Through those chinks of time seul.
Narrower, infrequenter they flash
Across my conscious sated
With things, busy doings,
Empty antics - vital matters
That do not matter; to the larger world
I have often glimpsed, but cannot grasp.
What must I do to inherit eternal life?
Seems to be the parody of my plea.
I have so much, been so happy -
Must it all go for vision?
Is this the price?
For that is what I crave..
Not plot, not subject, not experience
But sight. To see as I have seen
Constantly, in the other world
Of larger meanings, where even
The meanest, dullest, tiny small
Tick of time glows
With its ultimate significance.
I feel like Wordsworth's boy;
Not yet enclosed - but nearly.
Wry smile, old hat, long ago;
That is old, but this is now,
Today's empty day.
Yet it can be see, for I have seen it.
What must I do to inherit eternal life?
Must I step out of life, to see it?
Of the world I may be, but I have seen
Pristine sights of truthfulness
Which leave one spellbound,
Never to be satisfied again
With what is merely.
To throw my all
Of everyday, away, I cannot.
I lack not courage, but conviction:
Give all thou has to the poor
May lead a saint to heaven
But not a poet to his inspiration.