silence
God’s love sound
drifts in
when wide awake
such is
goodness
& grace from this longing
drowns, damn near
inundates
identity — images of ‘me’
mixed up
w/ misery loves company
so can’t
be still
to know that I am
eludes
all reason
don’t think: a way
the one
lighting the light
is already
light
in this world is God
in drag
but the world is a drag as
4gotten it’s God—Self
sunk in
just an illusion (veil of Maya)
clinging to I—thought
trained to love
its captors
con
clutched onto nothing to look for
that is needed
nowhere to hide
from it’s time to surrender to
no separation, only
pure one consciousness
no one is here to be
liberated
when wide awake
drifts in
God’s love sound,
silence