My mind would have me scream it out loud and, 

spinning illusion’s web, catch me like a spider in a dream
where the reverberated message ripples out in waves:
   

     I. Am. So Tired.

 

The truth is this new day dawning 
and a knowing
emerges full and bright --

I. Am. So. Awake.


Returning to my center
I rest in silken strands of life that flow from me.

I become the eye of the observer.

No more life’s object, I am free,

     

... brought back to LIGHT.

My heart would have me stand outside this pain perceived,

awash in a pool of endless reflection in the half-light 

and afraid to stay with love, reciting a mantra of separation:

     I. Am. Heart. Broken. 


The truth is it is morning a new day 

and the Son risen full in me --

I. Am. Whole-Hearted.


Returning to my center

I am born to the light of day that shines in me.
I fall into love lightly and allow what is to be. 

No more life’s victim, I am free,

    

... brought back to LOVE.