Me
as i sit
to smoke this
cigarette with God
feeling myself being
seen and known
to impossible
that I'm
not
a silent compassion hits my brittleness
a tenderness and all forgiveness
surrounds and bathes me
before even a word
is heard
I reflect
on the days
already looked after
the wonder indeed that I'm still here and alive
that things aren't and haven't been so bad
in outside affairs maybe
but inside I am still His
And in this remembrance
He makes Himself mine
How much more so
when I've washed
and He kneels me with intended devotion
There is nothing in this life
which can't be transformed in an instant
No prison cell which can't be demolished
Strip away everything
what can possibly remain
but the Beauty of Sheer Truth
We already have our own limitations why adopt any more
Simply reach out to being true to yourself
There is no dogma here you are your Truth
Call Truth Him She It Rah or Brahmin no matter
give meaning of yourself to the Greatest
you can imagine, find certainty it is less
than a grain of the Real's Compassion
You are what you believe you are
and become what you believe
Life pure gift invitation
to hold and give
to its meaning
Your own in uniqueness
Don't forget to love your own soul
Such a freedom's choice of treasure
to hold on to and be held by forever
Real satisfaction for a true heart is Real




- jo - 


















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