
At times–
I’m not sure how I get there,
Unsure of where I end
Or where He begins
I just know that He lies inside
Waiting to be discovered
In truth: He is a part of me
And I, derived from Him
There is no separation–
There is no loss
In the midst of quiet
Or as the birds continue chirping,
the rustling of the wind through leaves,
tree’s that sustain my being
I breathe in heavens air
Attaining the smallest taste of The One
Filled with awe and amazement–
My ego is stunned, only able to whisper
“I know. I worship. I love,
Know. Worship. Love
Knowing. Worshiping. Love”
God. The One. The Truth.
That moment when I settle into my being
And my heart is filled to its contents
My eyes, wet with tears
Filled with ease, joy, and love
All I can taste on the flesh of my lips
The One. The One. The One.
At times
I swear… I’m astounded that I’m allowed to get here
When I’m not sure where I end
Or where He begins
All I know;
All I worship;
All I love;
The One–
For in you is where I find my remembrance