The irony is evident:
This vision of perfection
passes before our eyes,
We think our lives to be the goal.
Without our knowing,
We suppress our raison d’être:
Suddenly we pause, we listen, we see!
In ecstacy, we stand transfixed,
Yearning for the soul’s perfection,
Having glimpsed our Truth.
This was written in response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challlenge: ECSTASY (noun)
1 a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control b archaic : swoon
2: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight
3: trance; especially : a mystic or prophetic trance