It is an endless day,
With a light as bright as the sun,
Whenever I sit and close my eyes.
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The path to Being
Passes Egoism
Intersects with Awakening
Flows into Emptying
And continues along Serving.
Once a pebble
Then you cracked me open
Embraced my imperfections
Swallowed my fears
And now I am the space
Between those broken pieces.
Walking through this vast world
I found my Self sitting.
Who is this fellow walking then?
I went for a long walk
To unlock the door
And let my wisest Self in.
Now, I sit still
To keep the door opened.
Letting go,
I became light enough
To take off
And be grasped by new realities.
When I sit with Emptiness,
I get so pulled in.
Time disappears.
It’s as though the Divine consumes it.
