This flower is already withered,
this moment now is past.
This cup already broken,
this breath will be my last.
Each thing I could not live without
is just a memory.
Each precious trinket that I owned
has gone and left me free.
This body has been dust long since,
this town a sterile plain.
This land has sunk beneath the sea,
and I am home again.
I've watched the planet Earth dissolve
in her Sun's nova flame.
I've seen the galaxies burn out,
yet I am still the same.
I am the One I've always been,
unbound by time or space.
I am unborn and never die.
I am eternal Grace.
I am the planets and the suns,
the flower and the breath.
I am the Spirit that transcends
my birth, my life, my death.
I am the truth within my lie,
the solace in your pain.
I am the Voice that softly calls
you back to me again.
A blog for healing and teaching spiritual growth (Former title: The God In You, The God In Me)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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