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I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless’d; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.

 

I am so small I can barely be seen.

How can this great love be inside me?

Look at your eyes, they are small but they

see enormous things.

 

 

 

You were born with potential

You were born with goodness and trust

You were born with ideals and dreams

You were born with greatness

You were born with wings

You are not meant for crawling, so don’t

You have wings

Learn to use them and fly!

 

 

 

 

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.

We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.

We are pain and what cures pain both.

We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

 I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

 

 

 

You bewilder us with your grace,

all evils transformed into goodness.

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love in Earth and Sky,

in heart and soul of every being.

Through your loving, 

existence and non-existence merge.

All opposites unite. 

 All that is profane becomes sacred again

 

 

Is it your face that adorns this garden?

Is it your fragrance that intoxicates this garden?

Is it your Spirit that has made this brook a river of wine?

Hundreds have looked for you, and died searching in this garden,

where you hide behind the scenes.

But this pain is not for those who come as lovers.

You are easy to find here.

You are in the breeze and in this river of wine.

 

 

 I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, 

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.

  My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless.  Neither body or soul.

  I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one

 and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, 

only that breath breathing human being.