The vision sphere is thrown
and rolls to its seer.

The swirling colors leave
a wondrous rainbow trail.

It's heavenly path
finds the soul of the silent mystic.

The divine source projects
a film of prophetic scenes.

The ineffable revealed
for timeless moments.

The balm of Gilead flows...
gift of the profound.

One is left forever changed.
...hoping for a return.

Which comes again to the still and silent.