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I sit here with pencil in hand, ready to compose a poem…
to reveal a sign of, and give witness to, the poet that I am;
yet I intuit the Stillness
at the Center of my being, saying,
“There’s no rush. Everything is timeless.”

Thus nothing comes…
so I remain still, but ready,
waiting attentively for that inspiration which flows
out from the Streaming Consciousness Within me.

Turning inward, then, I stare thru a point in space
Into Space…
bringing into greater focus
this Stream of Energy-Consciousness
Breathing Ourself as a Whole,
even as such Depth grounds my all!

Even Now my heart’s sure
seeing thru this very moment in time
that I am subliminally Awake, Alive, being so Aware
of Ourself as a Whole!

Still, I haven’t written a word
nor spoken a single syllable,
not even to address another mind
to the Living Potential Within us all.

How will anyone know the Stillness
and Light-Consciousness
Streaming right Here, right Now?
There’s no literal proof of Ourself as a Whole!

I’m just sitting here in silence breathing the Space,
waiting attentively for the inspiration to come,
making not the slightest effort to give witness
to a single syllable of who I am;
yet I intuit the Stillness
at the very Center of my being, saying,
“There’s no rush. Everything is timeless.”

So I remain Free to just Be…
to Be the Nonthingness that Grounds Ourself as a Whole
right Here, right Now;
and O yes, in breathing the Space,
I spiritually discern as the Stillness
that when the inspiration does come…
the poem is me…and I am, as we Are, timeless.

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