Caste the prophet’s words
upon the sea of yesterday,
your path lies elsewhere.
The soft and gentle
voice of Peace beckons ...
I AM here Beloved,
awaken to my silent inner urge.
Peace waits,
smiling in stillness
at the rush of
our hearts passion.
In sacred forgetfulness
I swim in the ocean
of creation, playing
freely with the Me
I AM and would
know as New.
Tethered to My boundlessness
I reach the end of breath
and pause ...
the play ends for another season
and once again
I breath MySelf Home.