The Otherworld

At the edge of sight and at the brink of sound, where the mind is most alive, there awaits - like a new moon behind a cloud - a knowing too immense to describe. The Otherworld.

Awaking, returning from deep sleep - eyes still heavy, closed. The awareness of a presence close by. The Otherworld.

In the twilight of a new day, as the mists rise from the still waters in the meadows of a summer morn, perhaps we may glimpse the ever shining light. The Otherworld.

So may the music of the trembling harp strings carry us to that other realm - the Summerlands of Avalon. The Otherworld.

May we know the wonder, the joy, and the eternal radiance that enthralls. The Otherworld.