Mystery

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In seeking the Beloved

I have found endless

Layers of I Am

 

In my animal skin I sensed

Feelings and feelings became

Words in my human mind

And I read Shakespeare,

Learned the play's the thing,

 

And so I found Being

Like Scarlett, I am Gone With The Wind

Though I offer not my fists to heaven

For I have already seen tomorrow,

 

The songs remain the same,

It is in my own eyes I have seen the Glory

I am the river ever seeking ocean,

I am May,

Flowering this Mystery,

 

The scent of orange and apple blossoms in a Winter Sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana