You can pray
or be the prayer
or be the song
Ask the searching questions
or live the unmistakable answers in every moment
You were placed here for a purpose beyond all purpose
a hope beyond all hope
you are the very breath of creation
and eternity’s unfolding
Nothing is about you
and everything is
Nothing is certain
save the unequivocal certainty of the here and now
You own nothing because you are the all
need nothing because within you lies the completeness of never-ending love
and the promise of humanity’s everlasting freedom
You can talk the talk and walk the talk
until that unmissable moment that you become the talk
You are the message, the prophecy,
the incantations and the psalms
the ritual is your beating heart
the absolution, the blood coursing through your veins
your eyes speak the benediction with every blink
No longer need you wait, candle in hand,
for the apparition made manifest
The temple lies within you!
through your holy mouth enter the willing
and return the newly born.
I often wish I knew how to slip into this state of being; but then I think, there’s nothing to slip into because I’ve never been out of it. This is a wonderful poem.
Beautifully expressed, as always. Thanks for continuing to stop by.
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