A reflection on transcendence — crossing to a next-level existence…
Original DDE™ art: “The Crossing” by: rob kistner © 11/14/25
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there ahead
in a quiet corner of life
is a soul stirring scene
beautiful and serene
it’s Evermore Crossing
where the sky widens
where light ascends
where the wind smells of petrichor
sweet memory
and peace
where my burden will at last be stowed
in a sweet rejoining moment of release
there
a stone bridge rises
still and solid
silent as a sigh
spanning a stream of memories
sitting oh its stone shoulders
it sports a shawl
of mistied summer silver fogl
its arch casts a deep curved shadow
over this ribbon of crystal water
where fish of gold suspend
then slip slowly by
where sleek silvery fish flicker and flit
like fleeting familiar recollections
stirring odd surface reflections
occasionally breaking water
to capture glimpses—
of you and I…
of then
its waters
carry many precious memories
letting few be lost—
too steep
such cost
but rather
carefully collected
then carried onward
I approach gently
as evening light settles
around my weary shoulders
the world dimming just enough
to feel tender
to coax my blues— surrender
this bridge asks nothing—
it simply offers passage
its stones worn smooth
by the footsteps of time
by stories
of sorrows and joys
some I’ve heard
some I wrote
some I know well
some I’ll never hear
crossing feels like unraveling the fray
loosening the grip of all I have endured
to let anguish lift away
the stream below
accepts every fallen leaf
every wandering reflection
without judgment — or rejection
reflections that shimmer
then drift beyond
Evermore
all to be collected
some later reflected
on the far bank
a rolling glade opens
of purest pale gold
comforting — welcoming
Glade of Evermore
its here the light changes—
becomes rounder
richer
gentler…
…soothing
as though being shaped
by an unseen hand
as though peace itself
has taken root
embracing the land
waiting—
for you
for me
to be here…
past the worry
beyond the fear
to: enlightenment
here there is a feeling
a feeling—
that I’ve been expected
a feeling it’s been too long
yet — a feeling I belong
that I have all along
it stirs my heart-song — son
it stirs that feeling
that deep searching feeling
that feeling of— together again…
that question of— when…
that longing for — home…
challenges still to defeat— but…
…be there soon
rob kistner © 11/18/25
You are about to witness a man, touch transcendence on a pure spiritual level — while singing out-of-body, like an absolute angel… WOW!!