I don't know how
under what guise
with what intent.
I've known no time
other than now
I've known no place
but here, the heart.
***
Given so much
in so little
from nothingness
'come everything.
Immersed in love
'round faithlessness.
Struck still in that
im-pos-si-ble
ascent of breath.
So much, know not
only knowing
that I, from naught
now standing on
the precipice
to everything.
There was no fear
during all this
nor certitude
no doubt, ego
no sense of self
nor greater whole.
***
during all this
nor certitude
no doubt, ego
no sense of self
nor greater whole.
***
I don't know how
under what guise
with what intent
from nothingness
I've come to taste
this endlessness.
I've known no time
other than now
I've known no place
but here, the heart.
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