Purpose

Thankful for

the blinding morning sunlight

animating the solar prayer wheel

splashing golden chips

on wall and table and hand,

distracted.

How can eternity

exist in this one moment,

and this one moment

be the vessel of etermity?

Yet, it does.

It is.

Is.

Be.

Am.

Selah

Come,

melt with me,

swim with me

in the ocean of

Divine Love,

in the luminous

Sea of Life

in which you and I

were conceived

for reasons known

entirely and satisfyingly

to the Mind

conceiving

all that is.

Selah

Thanks for the gig, love.