O Love,
Thank-you for silence
Rising, resting, holding
Heart and mind
In sacred submersion
Of Spirit beyond my knowing
But through which I am known.

Gift descending or arising
I know not how or why
Only that eternity visits
In the precious gift of now.

Let me receive it
Not trying to figure it out
As if created by me
In some laboratory of ego
Aching to be noticed
As guard against the unknowing
Necessary to be formed
By You, O Love, who is Life.

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