Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Poem, Deprivation, 4-12-2011

Do I really deserve that?
I'm not really sure.
Is it really that beautiful?
In this moment a blur,
of meaning and patterns,
laid out before me,
more abundant than ever,
effortless and free.
Will someone come get me?
To tell me I'm wrong?
Or take me to someplace
where existence is song.
Where kindness is given
whenever it's gone.
Love to be a constant,
rather than a treat,
to hold us in Love to be
one with the beat,
of the unified cosmos,
of the Oneness of all,
no distance between
any of what's right
and no wrong.

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