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.
Only the beholder of all that is.