Behind the eye
before the mind
where 'feel' and 'see'
are one.
A place of
least resistance
all pre-conceptions
gone.

A void between what
was and is
where must and could
both vie
twixt wake and sleep,
a limbo.
where truth’s barriers
all die.

It’s here within life’s
molten core
where who we are
holds ground
and we see ourselves
from inside out
that the scent of God
is found.

Bill Mitton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scent-of-god/