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I AM…
The only Fact I Know,
Though words, innumerable,
Fill the scriptures.
What words are there,
Except…
I AM.
WHAT… I do not know.
All that is, appears Within me…
From me…
As me…
This Formless,
Unlocatable,
Aliveness,
That IS.
What words are there,
Except…
I AM.
WHERE… I do not know.
Space appears Here,
And within it…
I cannot find myself.
Here… Within and As,
This Formless,
Unlocatable,
Aliveness,
That IS.
What words are there,
Except…
I AM.
WHEN… I do not know.
Time appears Now,
Where past, present, and future…
Have never existed.
Now… Within and As,
This Formless,
Unlocatable,
Aliveness,
That IS.
What words are there,
Except…
I AM.
WHY and HOW… I do not know.
For Here, Now…
In the Arms of The Beloved,
I cannot move in thought to consider,
Why or How
This Formless,
Unlocatable,
Aliveness,
IS.
What words are there,
Except…
I AM,
That never was,
And Ever Am.
Or perhaps…
Love IS.
There are no words,
The mind knows well.
But The Heart compels,
To express the inexpressible.
And now…
Shhhhhhh.
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