I cling to precious time, loving the moment, longing for its meaning.

The past and future are now, and You are in and of me always.

I call for the poet within. Come forth and refresh my heart and mind.

There is within me an artful knowing of Your magic.

Let the naysayers be silent. They are lost in their unknowing.

They can be awakened only if they humbly ask.

Humility is peace to the knowers, a comforting balm.

The Universe is alive and knowing, and I am part of it, and grateful for all that is.

The knowledge of the Universe is love. It sweeps me up, and carries me to glorious places.

I drift near the Source of Light. It attracts me, but I do not enter, for it is not to be at this moment in Now.

This is good. There is much to learn and do here and now.

Learning is the increasing glow of Love within me. There is no greater wisdom. It is pure gift, unearned.

The world around me is captured by darkness, man killing man, but, though in the world, by grace I am not of it.

Yet I am grateful to be here, for I see the unquenchable glow of love shining above the darkness.

It is like the sun shinning above the dark clouds.

It will not be captured, but freely gives itself to the humble seeker.

Life is preserved by love shared with family, friends and all humble seekers.

I close my eyes to see the light.

Apart from the killing fields are to be found places of love, green valleys through which fresh cool waters flow.

Where are they to be found? I close my eyes to visit their reality, spiritual places found only in knowing spirit, until we shed these heavy but serviceable bodies to graduate into eternal spiritual realms.

If these are but the words of a dreamer, then I dream on.

I miss you. Will you please join me?

Oh, there you are, here all along, unseen through eyes that were looking only inward.

With the grasp of your hand, I am warmed by your heart.

We walk together.