Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Sleep or Waking

Sleep or waking, so hard to tell,

For I am under some sweet spell.

Day or night time, light or dark,

I feel in me a new way of seeing

Good in all, good in me, that all is well and this then

Seen in everything;

A perfect, blameless, nameless being.


And from there, sweeps a wave of love

From some joy within, some

Depth of peace,

There within my own heart.


And I pause, then.

I cannot move, for there is nothing that I need,

Nothing that I want.

Nothing that is required.

No lack.

Only the beholder of all that is.




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