Thrive; Evolutionary Consciousness July August 2013 | Page 19

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words are crude and

my mind is misty:

time stopped

and space expanded,

silent entrancing

communion...

wisdom like wind,

you can't hold it,

but you can feel it,

unfathomable,

stirring something deep,

like the moon

pulling the ocean,

irresistible...

I stumble and trip

how can I be worthy,

your pure love

melts my ego,

touching the jewel

hidden in mortal form

with the rays

of your heavenly light...

my sorrows and pleasures

are passing waves,

clouds that obscure

your steady light...

you know me

better than I myself

and still love me

unconditionally...

lost in the folly

of this life's drama,

what can I seek

or release,

to find the favor

of your grace:

that priceless treasure

that time can't erase..