Could it really be?
That this
Very breath
The next
And the next
That all moments
Held for the moment
Kept
And then let go
Let be
Is the key
To setting one
To being love
Freer than free?

Is this depth?
Within our simplicity
Regardless of thought
Of what's taught
Or not
Is it
Are we
Really about experience
Anew
About
My Self
About
You
Judging not
Judged not
Like babes
Accepted
Observing
Renewed?

For how long has it seemed?
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
Centuries
That love's been set by limits
Or that love itself does limit
As if Flight
Unbinding
Isn't one with the sky
Unbound
Or that Ease
Allowing to be
Or Life
Lived in the Heart
Is unsound
And could somehow be effected
By reason rejected
That All Have their Being
In Divine Mind?

Could it really be?
Once again it is posed
That all we must do
Is Be
That which we Are
Like unto the stars
That brighten the nights
That shine
For no other reason
Than
Just Because
Of unceasing Cause
That right in front of our nose
Or right here in our eyes
Is Us
As plain and simply
The Lights
Created thus
The Breath
Effortlessly breathed
From
In and Of
True Life
Lived truthfully
As such?

mike