from THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND
Breathing Heaven
By myself I can
write, and write the dead thing
Alone I can
follow leads, and take the wrong one
Destitute I can
look for gold, and find only a fool’s
But when I
breathe I am in the centre of your will
With you one
hundredfold . . .
Not alone: doing
always my appointed thing
Breathing – and
in every breath I can know I am with you
You give it to
me, no one else, you do it for me
Breathing – and
in every breath I am in the right place
Breathing, breathing
heaven, there I do no wrong
I can ask for
understanding, and chose my own
I can hope for
knowledge, and take the wrong kind
I can make a decision,
and it can be quite out of line
But when I
breathe, I am in the centre of your will
With you in your
perfect life a hundredfold . . .
Breathing heaven!
In the happening-life
of the in-and-out of air: found!
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