My Cradle
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What is the sound of sound
Before vibrating?

What is happening to create
This feeling that
I know nothing
And am nothing,
So happily?

That I am humbly attending
A baffling, supremely
Lovable and loving Lord?

Who is constantly opening
A jewel like mind
With such intimate trust

Revealing that this entire creation
Is mine and has been
All along.

 

 

That I am an endless inner sea
Flowing through eternity
Frolicking in the waves
Of appearance

That I am acting but not doing
That I am fully here
But not really here

That I am floating
Suspended by an invisible string
From the universe
Just above my head

That things I need appear
And laughter buoys up my life

And that I kept my promise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Resting in the arms of eternity
This endless ocean of Awareness
My cradle.

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