Beloved,
the mind is a swimmer
drunk on its own champagne,
a flicker of silver in shadows,
a blinking of stars,
a shifting of moments
beaming doubled lights.
Know this and swim
as you are able in the spirit
that frees you to be. You are kin
to flying birds, swimming fish
in tidal waters, insects, protons,
evolving human beings
guided by a hand unseen.
Know yourself a sand grain,
a vastness without measure.
Truth-consciousness
has you bound and tied
with a golden thread:
delight in life unending
beyond the mind’s horizon.
Be still, beloved, as the lake
at the deep of your heart.
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