(Inspired by Froso & the Mevlana, Rumi)
12:20 AM
04/08/03
I am pleased to forget what I’ve known.
Lost in my willingness to return my will to its Source
It was never really mine, though I bone remember
The foreverness moment we share.
Me content to be perfectly out of control
With no fear of harm – to anyone.
Coolly plummeting through memory
Or creation, or imagined scene,
My only knowing at the moment: nothingness
And then that it would end.
My life returns
To waiting, seeking, yearning
For the next envelopment
Of this Love.
Surrender beacons,
I am placid, falling once again
Out of time and space to Gratitude. . .
Lou M.