A Niche in Time Saves Mind

There is a place in time which was not,
Nor ever will be,
But simply is...

It is a place where I go to be...
To be by myself, and to look within...
To see that which is not seen,
But only dreamed deep in the strata of existence...

It is to this place I go to reveal the fears which are real,
And the fears imagined, and which cease to be,
Like the nebulous mist drifting across the water at dawn...
The mist which the rising sun disperses in the coming of the light...

To this place I travel to feel and return to the hidden,
To see the ghosts which are there,
And those which are not, but only imagined...

There is a feeling of peace which descends on this time...
A feeling of love and of hope with those that share the journey...
Taking each a lantern deep into the mists of their time...

In this place, the sun sets, but also rises on a new day,
A new experience, which opens the door to the hidden...
To that which has been shrouded
In the dust and cobwebs of was...
Whose veiled form, walks with fear,
In the half seen illusion of the night...

The unmasqueing of the was, of quickening to the is,
Reveals the true form, in the unbridled light...
That of which there can be no fear,
For that which is truly seen harbours no fear,
For the truth points only to itself...

Jim Campbell (with regards to Ambassador Kosh)
Breakthrough Experience 103