Mar 22, 2019

'Dreaming through the deepest hours, then up'

Dreaming through the deepest hours, then up
An hour before dawn to meditate and pray.
I am not this body, I am not this flesh,
I am the universe and the universe is me.
There now, the first light is spreading
Across the east like a blessing,
So I say it aloud, “This is a blessing.”
Only that much, and then no more words.

James
22 Mar 2019
oktu

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