Who Am I
Life
caress
felt gently
as prana flows
breathing into us;
the source of life itself.
The womb of all existence
is thus nurtured by God’s power,
within which organic form’s fleeting,
feeding spirit with beauty of contrast.
Thus the one, manifest as the many,
chooses earth life of limitation,
that separate selves of Itself
experience life in form
by entering a trance,
as actor on stage,
playing life role
until God’s
clear light
dawns.
18-January-2022
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