Magic Now
Skirting the vast edges of my reality,
wavering between creature and Creator~
A single choice is all there is~
Future is a thought, past is a thought,
now is all there is~
Moments slip into moments slip into moments…
Pure Awareness in all there is~
Viewing bubbles of consciousness from my own little bubble,
contained and refraining from touching your light~
Afraid to own the fact that I am you as your eyes reflect the
innocence that is our bond and birthright~
An empty canvas awaits this masterful stroke, hues of grace~
Painting grace from the vantage point of “I”~
What immaculate perception, nothing less than pure magic~
My wizard’s staff glows brightly,
shedding light on all that lay motionless
and dark on this, the night of my return to you~
Power ripples from my being and reverberates to touch
all I have made real Now~
Alas, I have returned home to receive my inheritance~
Accepting the Divinity that is “I”, in place of a thorny crown
that was once wore so well~
Copyright © Satprem 2015
Copyright © Mark Roske | Year Posted 2015
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