I Am That
There’s no way to mistake influx of God’s grace,
that suffuses feeble form from head to toe,
transmuting body cells at a steady pace,
an epiphany of which we alone know.
In truth however, we are both this and that,
so if we freeze time in this instant we’re at,
we are certain to embody divine bliss,
whereupon like monks we exclaim, ‘I am this!’
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