There is nobody more enlightened than I.
Whether I feel my heart beat with presence
or whether I walk in my sleep
I am divine.
Whether I smile, high on coffee,
or lie dead in front of the screen,
pick dirt from beneath my nails,
catch myself bitching about others,
there’s nothing cannot be mine.
The state of apprehending is itself
The Great Mystery.
And it matters not
whether the spirit world unfolds to me
by the river in the gorge, or the streets in the North,
or I continue to watch Big Brother;
either way I have done what only God can,
I have beheld.
Here is the essence, forever pouring,
that can’t be lost:
simply being aware.
The Unexplainable Magic isn’t anything
that needs to be sought;
it cannot be escaped.
I needn’t think I ever fell,
for every shift in moment I behold
is my turn to be God.