Vol. 2. / 193.) It Was All In Being In My Being

It was all in being in my being

What it is that’s happening there

It wasn’t in anything past or future

But what was happening right now

And though there seemed to be

Nothing there --- No thoughts that

Said or spoke --- The very emptiness

Was filled with Light though nothing

Sighted there --- And no occurrence.

Simpler and simpler was the way of ‘it’

The more that I didn’t do, to do ‘it’ . . .

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109.) Where He Set Pauses . . .

Where he set pauses, I waited

Where he put periods, I stopped

Without him there was nothing

Nothing there.

I loved, as I could, with all of me

Because he had given it to be so,

Before any dawning of time.

Twin roses he had grown,

They alone upon the single bush

Told the untellable tale:

He loved me and he made me

To know it.

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