Who am I

Here we are, alive and aglow We question not our origin ‘Tis only in staid stillness slow We behold light of Self virgin Be this as it may, we return Back to mind-body, where we dwell To transform, we willingly burn God holds our hand, so all is well What to accept, what to negate Our presence is the all that is Graced by love that does not abate We’re living light, awash with bliss