Eye Of God
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up with this sentence ringing in my mind: "I blow winds up the skirt of your native longings." I leaned over and wrote it down on a piece of paper in the dark. During the day, that sentence became this:
You are the light of the One Light
I am the Love that loves you
With neither notes nor instruments
Music plays to open ears
While others hear nothing but static
You are a thought in the One Mind
Blowing winds up the skirt of my native longings
I am a word that cannot be written --
But can be read with the heart
"We", like dewdrops in the early morn'
Evaporate.
Not into nothing...
Into Everything!
Again and again
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