Saturday, July 30, 2011

Stream of Consciousness

I am an empty cup.
Fill me,
to overflowing.
Let Spirit move through me.
Perfection and Beauty,
two things life is made of
Or is it illusion, and Truth?
Guide me to the flowing waters
Where I may drink of the
wonders of the cosmos.
A thousand stars run across the sky,
a billion cells in my bones cry.
Cry for the brilliant heat,
the majestic grace and truth -
 but it is right here.
I do not even need to open my eyes to gaze at the beauty
of the Universe.
Stillness awakens
Soft and receptive
An open embrace

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